Because it feels right. Thats the simplest way to put it.
So you ask again, "Why?"
Well... I think it has to do with the way that men are being raised. Now, I'm all for women being independent and respected. But something has become lost in white men. They're not men anymore. By and large, they've become these overgrown teenagers with jobs.
Men make a woman quiver in good ways. Teens... well after you've been with one... they lose their appeal. Some teens can become Men. Some don't. Its sad and distressing, but thats the way it is.
Whats the difference? A Teen Boy will beg you to do something. A Man will jsut come out and either ask for it or demand it. The Teen Boy is showing that despite all his bravado, he's really wanting you to decide whats going to happen. If you are asked by a Man, then its a question between equals. If he demands it, then its different, and for me even better.
I LOVE it when a Man demands things. The first time I ran into a Black Man who showed me the difference is what got me hooked on Black Men. It was that feeling of knowing that he was in charge. I was the girl. And my place was to please him. It was confidence. It was swagger. It was asuredness I'd never seen from someone in real life before I was with him. If he was still around, I'm positive that he would be the same essence and it would still make me shiver if he was around me.
Now I'm not saying that the only male Men left are Black. My husband definitely falls into the Man category. But so few others do.
Which is why I'm looking forward to this weekend sooooo much. Talk to you soon. Maybe I'll even tell you what happens....
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So very, very true.
I haven't been updating my own blog. My head has been in turmoil, quite frankly. I have started an extra marital affair with the man I wrote about in my last post. What started out as something that me and my husband were meant to share together has become about me and having my sexual needs met.
I'm certainly getting that now - I belong to him. I love his smell, the colour of his skin against mine, the way he makes me feel like a woman in ways my husband just can't and never has. . . no white man ever has. I've done it, I dare say I wont ever 'go back' from here on in.
Emotionally, I'm a bit of a wreck. My husband knows what's going on, I'm upset he isn't angry or doing anything about it. Perhaps it's the natural order now. All I know is when I have that big, manly black penis sheathed inside my body I feel complete x
Its going to be an adjustment. But if you want to keep your husband, make sure he knows there is still a place for him.
But I soooo want to hear about how you finally took the plunge!
Hiya babe,
There's a blog update (I'm a bit tipsy tonight after a few drinks). . . . . please do take a look. I don't want to derail your amazing blog so do email me if you'd like to chat. Could do with an understanding ear to be honest.
Anna xx
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