It is now more than a month since I broke up with Brian. And it is almost a month since I have had a black up my holes.
I had expected to get another black cock with in a week or two of ditching Brian but unfortunately, the plan isn’t working out. Sometimes it’s my job, sometimes my choices that has been preventing me from meeting gorgeous black men. And the fact that we have decided to do it away from home has obviously made things a bit tougher for me.
But my body craves what it craves and knowing that I currently do not have a black cock to fuck is making me sad. And everytime I have to suck my husband tiny white cock makes me sadder. Everytime I sit there by myself, I can feel Brian cock stretching out my holes, his rough hands slapping my ass, my boobs swaying to the rhythm of his ass fuck. I particularly miss the deep throats, the spraying of his gooey hot cum.
I have quite a few things to get back the feeling. I wear his favorite black collar, his anal beads but its really not the same. There is really no substitute for a real black cock. Dildos work only for the first couple of times and then gets boring. Interracial porn don’t work for me anymore.
It was really getting so bad, that after a night of masturbation, I finally called up Brian and left a message, begging him to fuck me for the last time, anywhere, anyway and anytime he chooses. He hasn’t replied yet but I hope he does.