“I’m going to take him bareback… Will that turn you on?... Will you lick me after he’s done?... Will you suck his dick for me?...” It had an... effect as he came in my hand. Not much of cum but definitely happy. That’s when I gave him the job of finding the Black Adonis that was going to fuck me.As I made a decision to transform us into a cuckolding couple, I knew that I cannot rush into the lifestyle. Almost every day, when we were in bed, we’d watch IR porn. I liked the ones where the black man. "Oh, God, you're so cute," he said to her. With her shoulder length black hair, youthful face, and blue eyes, she looked to be Jay's dream girl. Only setback was her practically flat chest, which actually played to her advantage as a gymnast. "Please, Jay, just be slow, ok?" she asked. "I'll try babe, but God, I mean you make me crazy." With that said, he pounced. Grabbing her by the ankles, he lifted her lefts overhead and rested his already erect cock on her stomach. It lay on her abdomen. “She’d like to meet me, tomorrow in Ellensburg at Denny’s at six. His birthday’s this coming Friday. Lucky I answered their e-mail first before scheduling something for Friday night.”The other e-mail that she was interested in was a businessman from Chicago that was going to be in Seattle over the weekend and was looking for someone to keep him company for an evening. She answered his e-mail and after a couple e-mails back and forth had set a date with him for Saturday evening.The next day I. Love is another synonym for masochism and the only difference between the two is in the spelling. Nothing can make you seek out more pain, or endure more shit. The less bitter half of me says that nothing else is really worth it, either. Worth it or not, it does not hurt any less. Love, in the small amounts I allowed myself, was pain. The antithesis of your classical drugs, love in anything but a killing dose is a somewhat ridiculous exercise in futility. With love, the more you inject, the.