Mostly , it means she has doiscovered that she prefers sex with black men as commonly happens today as more white women have sex with black men. But it also means that there has been something of a sexual awakening that was not there before. Her sex with black men has revealed new dimensions in her personality that were either masked or inhibited before. That she revealed to you that she was black only now exposes some of these changes in her sexuality. As this continues there will be more changes but what those are will depend on her. As you say "Deep state Maine" offers fewer opportunities than other locations but the internet is helpful with that. Women in Canada do well with black men.
The meaning of black only?
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One of the things that we do is always travel together. I go somewhere about 4 to 6 times out of the year for work, and I let my job know that my Mrs. will always be traveling with me. They see it as "Awww how nice, they always want to be together", we see it as "Thanks for paying for the week out of town, hope we can line up some extra curricular fun while no one is looking!"
Dan&Debbie
Couple
That is kind of puzzling. Hmm.
There is something deeply sexual about a white wife who has learned the truth about black cock, cultivated her desire, and then come to develop a hunger for it. These are women who can never again be satisfied by vanilla sexual experiences that are boring and ho-hum. The true "Black Only" hotwife can only be satisfied when she is blazing new trails and having her boundaries tested by hard, horn, long-cock black bulls who put her through sexual trials and tribulations in pursuit of orgasmic pleasure forbidden to most married couples.
Mrs. Jank and I recently had an experience in which we entered the hotel suite - already darkensled, candles burning - to find the black master we'd met online reclining on the sofa. He was wearing a red bathrobe, open and barely hanging off his shoulders. The soft light danced across his black body, very dark and powerful with muscles rippling across his frame. And between his legs - Dear God, the memory - lay his stiffening black cock. He'd lubed it up or something with oils before we came in, and it shone brilliantly in the like an obsidian rod held casually by a King who knows his place as ruler and lord of the realm. He said nothing - just stared thoughtfully... Knowingly.
My breath sputtered in my throat. I could hear my wife gasp softly as her breath quickened. She too was speechless.
We stood there as the door shut behind us. Nothing breaking the silence but our quivering breath and the soft crackle of candlelight.
Coming to my senses, I recall smiling a bit as I remembered why we there. This dude just had such presence that I was literally in shock for a moment.
I took her by the hand. "C'mon babe", I whispered with a grin as we approached. He watched solemnly as we tentatively made our way to him, Mrs. Jank letting go of my hand as we got close. She gently got onto her knees, looking up into his eyes as she got into position between his legs.
My mouth went dry as I looked from soft features and pillowy lips to his hardening black shaft, long and heavy. The work that was about to be done, the sexual mania and hard, hungry fucking that was about occur... My modest white penis was already hard as granite. This is what we live for.
Her face lowered slowly to his cock, nose taking a moment to inhale deeply of his masculine cock musk before she laid a single kiss on his enormous purple glans with a soft *SMACK*.
As if predestined to be united this way, a single black hand reached out and slowly extended fingers over her head, demonstrating approval and giving the implicit order to continue. Of course, Mrs. Jank needs no order to worship such an ebony Adonis... But it's the sexual power, the ability to convey such an order through mere presence that makes her pussy moist and the clothes fall off.
With that moment, I had released her into sexual custody. She may be my wife, and we love each other deeply - but sexually speaking, she belongs to strong, hung, black men - mind, body, and soul. I am her sexual steward, but the hung black bull is the true king of the castle. And her soft white pussy lips spent the whole evening being worked over, conquered, utterly OWNED by the legendary BLACKscalibur.
I'll finish this way: before we finally all three retired for the evening, I recall looking down from my perch on the bed - naked and covered in multiple loads of my own cum - to see the two of them, sweaty and bodies flush, panting on the ground as they recovered from what had to be her 3rd or 4th orgasm of the night. He seemed to have at least as many. The sheets had been torn off the bed in their fury to make manic love to each other, clothes strewn about the room.
I looked back at the couch to spy the red robe draped over the arm - a kings robe, on his royal sofa. I smirked. It all started with a black champion reclining on his throne, his white trophy acceding to the worship of his sexual mastery.
I smiled as my tired cock twitched.
And THAT, my friends... Is what it means to be "Black Only."
Mrs. Jank and I recently had an experience in which we entered the hotel suite - already darkensled, candles burning - to find the black master we'd met online reclining on the sofa. He was wearing a red bathrobe, open and barely hanging off his shoulders. The soft light danced across his black body, very dark and powerful with muscles rippling across his frame. And between his legs - Dear God, the memory - lay his stiffening black cock. He'd lubed it up or something with oils before we came in, and it shone brilliantly in the like an obsidian rod held casually by a King who knows his place as ruler and lord of the realm. He said nothing - just stared thoughtfully... Knowingly.
My breath sputtered in my throat. I could hear my wife gasp softly as her breath quickened. She too was speechless.
We stood there as the door shut behind us. Nothing breaking the silence but our quivering breath and the soft crackle of candlelight.
Coming to my senses, I recall smiling a bit as I remembered why we there. This dude just had such presence that I was literally in shock for a moment.
I took her by the hand. "C'mon babe", I whispered with a grin as we approached. He watched solemnly as we tentatively made our way to him, Mrs. Jank letting go of my hand as we got close. She gently got onto her knees, looking up into his eyes as she got into position between his legs.
My mouth went dry as I looked from soft features and pillowy lips to his hardening black shaft, long and heavy. The work that was about to be done, the sexual mania and hard, hungry fucking that was about occur... My modest white penis was already hard as granite. This is what we live for.
Her face lowered slowly to his cock, nose taking a moment to inhale deeply of his masculine cock musk before she laid a single kiss on his enormous purple glans with a soft *SMACK*.
As if predestined to be united this way, a single black hand reached out and slowly extended fingers over her head, demonstrating approval and giving the implicit order to continue. Of course, Mrs. Jank needs no order to worship such an ebony Adonis... But it's the sexual power, the ability to convey such an order through mere presence that makes her pussy moist and the clothes fall off.
With that moment, I had released her into sexual custody. She may be my wife, and we love each other deeply - but sexually speaking, she belongs to strong, hung, black men - mind, body, and soul. I am her sexual steward, but the hung black bull is the true king of the castle. And her soft white pussy lips spent the whole evening being worked over, conquered, utterly OWNED by the legendary BLACKscalibur.
I'll finish this way: before we finally all three retired for the evening, I recall looking down from my perch on the bed - naked and covered in multiple loads of my own cum - to see the two of them, sweaty and bodies flush, panting on the ground as they recovered from what had to be her 3rd or 4th orgasm of the night. He seemed to have at least as many. The sheets had been torn off the bed in their fury to make manic love to each other, clothes strewn about the room.
I looked back at the couch to spy the red robe draped over the arm - a kings robe, on his royal sofa. I smirked. It all started with a black champion reclining on his throne, his white trophy acceding to the worship of his sexual mastery.
I smiled as my tired cock twitched.
And THAT, my friends... Is what it means to be "Black Only."
Means you better like bbc cum when she gets home and hope you like the new title of cuck.
It can be permanent or temporary all depending on her relationship and if it was her choice or her bull's choice. Some women decide that all they want outside of a marriage or relationship is black men. Some decide or even discover that that is when they are only truly enjoying sex. Sometimes a bull will ask or tell that as long as they are with them they are black only.
Tropiclove87
Male
Black Man for me is more much by good fun. In Black Man i aslo want romantic (non-pathetic already passionate) partner, good friend, life support, good husband and *******. He is strong Black Dom, but Black Dom which love his female partner, lead her and take care about her...
BabyDick805
Male
We were in the same place as you but like you have probably heard it will end. Black only will eventually mean Black only. Black only except for me lasted about a year and it's been over a year since I had sex with my wife since she is fully committed to Black cock only. If you are serious about this, then enjoy the sex with ur wife as much as possible before it's gone.
BlondeBunny95
Female
I’ve never used any labels for what I’m into. I have sex with my boyfriend who is white, but other than him, I’m not sexually attracted to white guys. It’s kinda hard to explain I guess.
Ok so like, I’m not really into porn, but I get turned on by looking at naked pics of men. I get turned on looking at my boyfriend naked, but any time I see a naked pic of any other white guy, I’m instantly turned off. It’s weird to me, idk. I could spend hours looking at pics of naked black guys though gahhhh
Ok so like, I’m not really into porn, but I get turned on by looking at naked pics of men. I get turned on looking at my boyfriend naked, but any time I see a naked pic of any other white guy, I’m instantly turned off. It’s weird to me, idk. I could spend hours looking at pics of naked black guys though gahhhh
Tropiclove87
Male
whiteknight4QofS
Male
Very well written indeed!
There is nothing stale about our life by the beach here in Maine, and our sex is great, and as I said earlier in this thread, she feels this way after a number of BBC experiences. I'm more interested in the trajectory of her BBC interest than I am concerned about her losing interest in our life and sex together. Is this interest in BBC ever just a phase?
As a white cuck wannabe I find white women who are 'black only' extremely attractive as potential partners. To me 'black only' means a white female who will have sex with black men only - and I find such women such a turn on. Oh hell fire!
Sexual fetishism is by definition a sexual fixation on an object or body part regarded as an aid to sexual excitement. I am very cynical with my sexuality and I have no problems to admit that I have a fetish with strong black males and sexual tension with white men has almost disappeared. Maybe because I use to interact with the nerdy or bookish type of Caucasian male in my daily life, and in my most pleasurable sex experiences there was a bbc.
Of course, it does not mean I find all black men attractive... but in general I try to hide this racial bias. Men can understand if you prefer younger or stronger guys, or even if you are lesbian, but a woman that only likes white men is considered racist, and if she only like blacks is considered something worse.
Of course, it does not mean I find all black men attractive... but in general I try to hide this racial bias. Men can understand if you prefer younger or stronger guys, or even if you are lesbian, but a woman that only likes white men is considered racist, and if she only like blacks is considered something worse.
I'm crazy about white women who like big black muscular men!! Sometimes you have to consider about who has the power to define. I find it amazing the number of people who have lived their lives based on the defintion of what other people have defined as success!!! Throughout history this has changed and will continue to do so - usually making the person and those around them unhappy. The unexamined life is not worth living as Aristotle or someone of his ilk mentioned!
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tristan_dirden
Guest
As always, thanks for your honest an insightful comment
As soon as we find a good one, We’ll send him your way.
. For some Women , yes its just a phase of wonderful , amazing sex and then it fades but the desire , while lessened, remains. For other women like susan , the passion for BBC is always there. Perhaps something that helps here is that Susan was totally and completely " broken" by Black sexuality and became a very changed woman. Sex with black men became a regular, common part of her life as a young woman and she had many black sex partners. Fucking black men became a normal and frequent part of her life at that time. And so it continues today
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