Hello,
I am Erica in LaJolla, CA. I am 38-years old. I have been married to a black man since 2016 and we have three children - 5, 4, and 2. So I am not here for hook-ups, just to share my admiration for black men, their beauty and sexual power. My husband knows that I spend time looking at interracial porn, occasionally posting on boards like this, and he’s Ok with it. In fact, he kind of likes it
! He travels for work quite a bit and it helps me deal with his absence. I get pretty worked up when I miss him!
I have a demanding career in the realm of bio-science, a managing director with an organization researching the genetic aspects of autoimmune disorders, among other things.
I like erotic ideas and I like to share my erotic thoughts with others. Share why I love black men. It’s not just their beautiful physical gifts, though they definitely play a part! It’s their essence. It entices me, enchants me, obsesses me.
I love Black Cock. I worship the Dark Phallus. The idea of mating with a dominant black man took over my sexuality the first time I submitted to a black man nearly eighteen years ago. I wanted biracial children from that day onward and have been since blessed with that privilege three times.
Most know me as a normal person. A loyal, committed, hard-working friend and colleague dedicated to making a difference in the world. Only a very few of my intimate family and friends know the depth of my desires. When they learned of them they all asked, “Why? How?”
I know why, though it’s hard to casually express. We’ll just say it’s the internal knowledge that it’s natural and right. As for how? Well, as with so many women it started in college.
I first submitted when I was a junior at the Univ of California San Diego - Apr of 2005. I was a few weeks short of my 21st birthday. My first two years as a chemistry and biology major had been wonderful academically and socially. Since the classes were getting challenging, for my third year I decided to focus nearly 100% on academics and live in a university apartment bldg. It was the perfect arrangement with few distractions, though I made some new friends to complement my social butterfly friends from years one and two.
There were five of us - three girls and two guys. We would have meals together and socialize some, though we were all mostly absorbed with academics. One of the two was Matt. He was a senior computer science major and was also USMC ROTC. He was handsome, rich medium to dark brown skin, very well built at 6’-2”, though a bit intimidating. He was stoic, though with a forceful personality at times and a quirky sense of humor.
I didn’t have conscious “romantic” inclinations towards him, and I knew he had some “female friends”. On the few occasions where our immediate group was out doing something fun, though, I really liked having him around. If we went somewhere less than reputable he made me feel safe. It was a nice balance since there was always some tension between us as we often disagreed on issues.
So it was a surprise when Matt asked me to go to his ROTC ball. I was reluctant due to the intimidation factor and what others would think, though in the end I accepted. Why not? He was a respectable man and it might be fun. It would just be a few hours.
He looked sooo handsome in his uniform and we had a great time! The aloof, often distant man I was used to became a charming, commanding gentleman! The atmosphere was great and since different schools shared one ROTC program there were students from SDU and SDSU, too.
It was all innocent and platonic, though as the night wore on I enjoyed dancing with Matt more and more. I especially appreciated the (too few) slow dances - he was so strong and solid! We had been mixing dances with other couples, then I became possessive! There was one dance where he was holding me and I could feel something grazing my neck - I got so turned on even if it turned out to be just his chin! I found myself gently pressing into him. Our gazes became telling! The next slow dance I felt him rock-hard against my tummy - I found myself slowly grinding into him. I was disappointed when the party ended…
It was kind of awkward living in the same bldg - say goodnight in the public space and each go our way? He took me to my apartment. I invited him in to unwind, and he said “Sure!”. We talked and I turned on the radio. We began to flirt. Soon, just enjoying each others company and me accepting my physical attraction to him, we were outright coming on to each other. It was sweet and romantic! And then “Fade into You” by Mazzy Star came on - we danced in my little living room. And I unraveled. Overcome with desire for him. We touched innocently, then longingly. Looked at each other.
I was apprehensive because we were friends. But I couldn’t resist! I surrendered at every step. He sat down on my little living room futon, pulling me onto him. I straddled him and we kissed, sometimes gently, sometimes deeply. He had his strong, black hands on my hips and I could feel the hard lump on the inside of my thigh. Soon he had my dress undone, pushed down, and my bra open. Matt feasted on my breasts and pink nipples with his dark lips. I was gyrating on top of him, holding his head in my hands - I loved the way his short, black, coarse hair felt under my fingers. Again I surrendered, helping him out of his shirt and undershirt, engulfed in his scent, moving down his chest and stomach with kisses and licks until I was between his legs worshipping his beautiful, powerful Black Cock. He was so big - at least 2” longer than the white dicks I had had - and so thick and veiny. I thought that I should make him come and stop there, but again I surrended as I told him achingly that I wanted him inside of me. It was total submission - I wanted all of him so badly.
He got up and swept me off my feet in one motion, carrying me to my bed. He opened my white body with his darkness. Conquered me. Undid everything I had been taught about my sexuality, how I was supposed to act, and what I was supposed to want. I have always been considered beautiful - I have been told that since I was a little girl. I knew it was true because of the way people responded to me throughout my life. I was always put on a pedestal. And all of that power dissolved before him.
***
So that’s my story! That’s what began the inexorable sexual change that ultimately led me here to share the erotic obsession that never fades.
I am Erica in LaJolla, CA. I am 38-years old. I have been married to a black man since 2016 and we have three children - 5, 4, and 2. So I am not here for hook-ups, just to share my admiration for black men, their beauty and sexual power. My husband knows that I spend time looking at interracial porn, occasionally posting on boards like this, and he’s Ok with it. In fact, he kind of likes it
! He travels for work quite a bit and it helps me deal with his absence. I get pretty worked up when I miss him!I have a demanding career in the realm of bio-science, a managing director with an organization researching the genetic aspects of autoimmune disorders, among other things.
I like erotic ideas and I like to share my erotic thoughts with others. Share why I love black men. It’s not just their beautiful physical gifts, though they definitely play a part! It’s their essence. It entices me, enchants me, obsesses me.
I love Black Cock. I worship the Dark Phallus. The idea of mating with a dominant black man took over my sexuality the first time I submitted to a black man nearly eighteen years ago. I wanted biracial children from that day onward and have been since blessed with that privilege three times.
Most know me as a normal person. A loyal, committed, hard-working friend and colleague dedicated to making a difference in the world. Only a very few of my intimate family and friends know the depth of my desires. When they learned of them they all asked, “Why? How?”
I know why, though it’s hard to casually express. We’ll just say it’s the internal knowledge that it’s natural and right. As for how? Well, as with so many women it started in college.
I first submitted when I was a junior at the Univ of California San Diego - Apr of 2005. I was a few weeks short of my 21st birthday. My first two years as a chemistry and biology major had been wonderful academically and socially. Since the classes were getting challenging, for my third year I decided to focus nearly 100% on academics and live in a university apartment bldg. It was the perfect arrangement with few distractions, though I made some new friends to complement my social butterfly friends from years one and two.
There were five of us - three girls and two guys. We would have meals together and socialize some, though we were all mostly absorbed with academics. One of the two was Matt. He was a senior computer science major and was also USMC ROTC. He was handsome, rich medium to dark brown skin, very well built at 6’-2”, though a bit intimidating. He was stoic, though with a forceful personality at times and a quirky sense of humor.
I didn’t have conscious “romantic” inclinations towards him, and I knew he had some “female friends”. On the few occasions where our immediate group was out doing something fun, though, I really liked having him around. If we went somewhere less than reputable he made me feel safe. It was a nice balance since there was always some tension between us as we often disagreed on issues.
So it was a surprise when Matt asked me to go to his ROTC ball. I was reluctant due to the intimidation factor and what others would think, though in the end I accepted. Why not? He was a respectable man and it might be fun. It would just be a few hours.
He looked sooo handsome in his uniform and we had a great time! The aloof, often distant man I was used to became a charming, commanding gentleman! The atmosphere was great and since different schools shared one ROTC program there were students from SDU and SDSU, too.
It was all innocent and platonic, though as the night wore on I enjoyed dancing with Matt more and more. I especially appreciated the (too few) slow dances - he was so strong and solid! We had been mixing dances with other couples, then I became possessive! There was one dance where he was holding me and I could feel something grazing my neck - I got so turned on even if it turned out to be just his chin! I found myself gently pressing into him. Our gazes became telling! The next slow dance I felt him rock-hard against my tummy - I found myself slowly grinding into him. I was disappointed when the party ended…
It was kind of awkward living in the same bldg - say goodnight in the public space and each go our way? He took me to my apartment. I invited him in to unwind, and he said “Sure!”. We talked and I turned on the radio. We began to flirt. Soon, just enjoying each others company and me accepting my physical attraction to him, we were outright coming on to each other. It was sweet and romantic! And then “Fade into You” by Mazzy Star came on - we danced in my little living room. And I unraveled. Overcome with desire for him. We touched innocently, then longingly. Looked at each other.
I was apprehensive because we were friends. But I couldn’t resist! I surrendered at every step. He sat down on my little living room futon, pulling me onto him. I straddled him and we kissed, sometimes gently, sometimes deeply. He had his strong, black hands on my hips and I could feel the hard lump on the inside of my thigh. Soon he had my dress undone, pushed down, and my bra open. Matt feasted on my breasts and pink nipples with his dark lips. I was gyrating on top of him, holding his head in my hands - I loved the way his short, black, coarse hair felt under my fingers. Again I surrendered, helping him out of his shirt and undershirt, engulfed in his scent, moving down his chest and stomach with kisses and licks until I was between his legs worshipping his beautiful, powerful Black Cock. He was so big - at least 2” longer than the white dicks I had had - and so thick and veiny. I thought that I should make him come and stop there, but again I surrended as I told him achingly that I wanted him inside of me. It was total submission - I wanted all of him so badly.
He got up and swept me off my feet in one motion, carrying me to my bed. He opened my white body with his darkness. Conquered me. Undid everything I had been taught about my sexuality, how I was supposed to act, and what I was supposed to want. I have always been considered beautiful - I have been told that since I was a little girl. I knew it was true because of the way people responded to me throughout my life. I was always put on a pedestal. And all of that power dissolved before him.
***
So that’s my story! That’s what began the inexorable sexual change that ultimately led me here to share the erotic obsession that never fades.
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