I don't know what drew me to this site, to join, to lay my soul bare for everyone to see. Behind my beaming smile is a ton of pain and disgust with myself when ever I think back to what got me here.
My life is incredibly complex. I'm in a marriage I can barely tolerate. I have a (black) lover that has no capacity for love. I stray from my wedding vows with strangers who soil my body and ******* my soul and yet I continue to lust.
I live for the thrill, I live for the high that comes from orgasmic bliss. Yet after the final act, I am left in an even shallower shell of my former self. My soul is as empty as my once filled, overflowing pussy. Once wrapped in the arms of orgasmis rapture, now my bed is empty.
I loath the day I was introduced to the majesty of a wonderous black cock. How can something so perfect be so heart wrentchingly evil as to rip away at me until I am left empty. I feel like the young deer preyed upon and hollowed out by a predator that engorged itself on the sweetness of my former youth.
And yet, yet I crave dark skinned beasts with their Alpha-male swagger and perfectly muscular bodies and immense manhood that they wield like a weapon that taps into my very human, frail, female core and weakens my defenses with every thrust of sheer *******. What is it that allows them to degrade me and deposit their essence in me, knowing I am simply a vessel for their animalistic lust and sexual pleasure. What sorcery do they possess that pushes me to them, knowing my budding love for them will be cut short as soon as they have satiated themselves on my body. How can they return to their loved one happy and satisfied while I return to mines wretched and dirty?
And in my vile state, I dream the dreams of a wanton whore. Endless, boundless, never ending waves of black cocks wash over me and fill me until I die a most pleasurable death, and I ride a sea of cum to a distant shore where I am innocent and whole again.
That's who I am...
My life is incredibly complex. I'm in a marriage I can barely tolerate. I have a (black) lover that has no capacity for love. I stray from my wedding vows with strangers who soil my body and ******* my soul and yet I continue to lust.
I live for the thrill, I live for the high that comes from orgasmic bliss. Yet after the final act, I am left in an even shallower shell of my former self. My soul is as empty as my once filled, overflowing pussy. Once wrapped in the arms of orgasmis rapture, now my bed is empty.
I loath the day I was introduced to the majesty of a wonderous black cock. How can something so perfect be so heart wrentchingly evil as to rip away at me until I am left empty. I feel like the young deer preyed upon and hollowed out by a predator that engorged itself on the sweetness of my former youth.
And yet, yet I crave dark skinned beasts with their Alpha-male swagger and perfectly muscular bodies and immense manhood that they wield like a weapon that taps into my very human, frail, female core and weakens my defenses with every thrust of sheer *******. What is it that allows them to degrade me and deposit their essence in me, knowing I am simply a vessel for their animalistic lust and sexual pleasure. What sorcery do they possess that pushes me to them, knowing my budding love for them will be cut short as soon as they have satiated themselves on my body. How can they return to their loved one happy and satisfied while I return to mines wretched and dirty?
And in my vile state, I dream the dreams of a wanton whore. Endless, boundless, never ending waves of black cocks wash over me and fill me until I die a most pleasurable death, and I ride a sea of cum to a distant shore where I am innocent and whole again.
That's who I am...