Everyone has heard the saying, “Once you go black, you can’t go back.” Well, I for one believe it. I had a hot fling — actually two hot flings, some years apart — with a well-known black athlete, which aroused in me a constant craving for black cock that has never been completely satisfied.

It started about five years ago, when my husband Stanley and I attended a corporate Christmas party at a big downtown hotel. Stanley and I work for the same company, and it was one of our bosses who introduced me to this famous black ball player, who I will call Maurice. He was obviously attracted to me, and pretty much monopolized me for the last hour or so of the party.

At one point, as we were dancing together, Maurice asked me to sneak away from my husband and come to his room. He was... Read More