Those of you who have read my story may think I’m some kind of freak.
I believe that we all are in some way. I’d like you to join me on this journey of self-discovery.
Perhaps you will discover yourself as well.
So, what should I say about Ken?
I’m aware of my strong feelings for him. I’m not sure why, because he contradicts everything I believe in.
He’s a deep charcoal black. Don’t get me wrong: I’m usually drawn to white men. What a surprise!
Anyway he was black, had a gut, and wasn’t rich at all.
But for some reason this man had a hold on me. I’ve listed his cons, but his pros were that he was tall as hell.
At least 6’8″ tall. That was ten inches taller than me. His feet were enormous.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how big his dick had to be. I was desperate to have him inside of me.
My pussy got hot every time I saw him.
Nobody has ever made me feel like that before. Perhaps it’s because I haven’t been laid in a very long time.