For those who've read much of what we've written about my involvement in interracial sex,I realize I'm repeating myself,but there was no decision necessary for me from the beginning,but I did make a decision after several years. I'll try to explain as briefly as I can.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that if I had been born and grew up a little farther north,I would be Canadian. I didn't have much contact with black people early in my life,because there were almost none nearby. I hadn't been out on my own for long when I met my hubby in a college town in the south,where there's also a significant military presence. My first sex with black men was with some of his buddies,and it didn't require much thought or any decision based on their skin color. People,and cocks come in various colors,and I loved sex. If I thought about skin color at all,it was only a passing thought,because I don't remember even thinking about it.
After moving to Georgia,coincidence and basic needs prompted me to sex with one black man,then another,because they were there,and we all needed sex. I'm sure Curt purposely engineered my going all black for the next three plus years. It actually took a little time for me to realize it,but when I started concentrating on it,I found it to be very erotic. It worked really well for me. The chemistry between most of the black guys and me was amazing. I appreciated it then,but not as much as I've grown to since.
Even after three years of practically living with black men around the clock,I thought that I would return to a more varied sex life,and for a while,maybe a year or so,I did. Even during that time,I would always gravitate toward black men. My two best friends were black guys. My libido went wild when I was pregnant,and it was sex with them that sustained me and kept me from losing my mind. In the months after giving birth,I decided that I wanted to go exclusively with black men. I've varied from it,but only a little bit. It just works for me.
So,there's my decision the way it happened for me. It came farther into it than what I read and hear with most people.
For those who're interested in knowing,Thanks again
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that if I had been born and grew up a little farther north,I would be Canadian. I didn't have much contact with black people early in my life,because there were almost none nearby. I hadn't been out on my own for long when I met my hubby in a college town in the south,where there's also a significant military presence. My first sex with black men was with some of his buddies,and it didn't require much thought or any decision based on their skin color. People,and cocks come in various colors,and I loved sex. If I thought about skin color at all,it was only a passing thought,because I don't remember even thinking about it.
After moving to Georgia,coincidence and basic needs prompted me to sex with one black man,then another,because they were there,and we all needed sex. I'm sure Curt purposely engineered my going all black for the next three plus years. It actually took a little time for me to realize it,but when I started concentrating on it,I found it to be very erotic. It worked really well for me. The chemistry between most of the black guys and me was amazing. I appreciated it then,but not as much as I've grown to since.
Even after three years of practically living with black men around the clock,I thought that I would return to a more varied sex life,and for a while,maybe a year or so,I did. Even during that time,I would always gravitate toward black men. My two best friends were black guys. My libido went wild when I was pregnant,and it was sex with them that sustained me and kept me from losing my mind. In the months after giving birth,I decided that I wanted to go exclusively with black men. I've varied from it,but only a little bit. It just works for me.
So,there's my decision the way it happened for me. It came farther into it than what I read and hear with most people.
For those who're interested in knowing,Thanks again