He was famished and cold. The repeating dreams hadleft a lasting imprint on his mind, which came as two conclusions. Thefirst was the reason this happ...ened to him. The reason was a person andhe hated that person more than he ever hated anything because he hadjust been a plaything to it. The second he hadn't realised yet wouldhave life altering consequences.He turned on the lights put on a bathrobe and went downstairs. Thelights were still on from the previous night. He went to the kitchen,took a. It’s part of the human condition. However, Black women’s habit of blaming everything wrong under the sun is what has driven the Black men away from their beds, hearts and minds. Their I’m-always-right mindset is terrifying for anyone, let alone a man whom the entire world seems to be against from day one. A lot of Black women wonder if Black men still love them. The truth is that Black men never stopped loving Black women. Black women stopped loving Black men. That’s why they’re looking for. Look, I want to make it clear that I'm not necessarily mad at her, but Iam mad at the situation. As a human being, I have a basic human need forintimacy and sex. I want someone to be close to. To know me. Someonethat I can know and trust and be trusted by. I want to feel safe with mypartner. I want to explore her and be explored by her and know that I amsafe.I don't feel that with my wife. I haven't for years. I'm not here totell you that story, but rather the one which starts today.## Chapter. I started to push against his puckered hole teasingly. “Right there!” he moaned. “I want that inside me right now!” I felt him relax his butt muscles and pushed the head inside him. “Oh, yes! I need that,” he gasped. Slowly I pushed myself deeper and felt his heat surround my cock. “You need this?” I thought. My cock felt like it was on fire. I pushed all the way into him. My hips nested nicely against his ass. I held his hips, withdrew and pushed again, then again and again. With each push I.