Meredith said:Well this thread went nowhere! I'll do it.
I didn't have one single moment where I realized how into it I was, but a series of a few experiences as I became more and more aware that it was my preference. It started when I was 17 and in high school. One of the black boys in my school started pursuing me. The weren't all that many black boys at my school, and I had never thought about being with one before. I didn't consider myself prejudiced or against miscegenation, it just wasn't on my radar until a black guy expressed an interest in me. He was flirtatious and playful and over time we started hanging out a little. I could tell he was into me but I let him do all the work, setting the pace and so forth. I wasn't really sure what I wanted. Eventually he asked me to come hang out over at his place. I had a feeling he was going to make a move. I hadn't really decided what I was going to let happen, but I went with him, in a spontaneous frame of mind. When we got there, his brother and a few friends were hanging out in the living room. I almost reconsidered right there, as I felt a flash of embarrassment that if we got up to anything, they would know what was going on, but I stuck around and we went into his room. I had that wound-up sense of anticipation that you get when you're on the verge of hooking up with someone new. We started making out, which he initiated, and which led to me giving him head. Without making a conscious decision, I knew I was going to let him go as far as he wanted. I wasn't a virgin so it wasn't really an earth-shattering decision. He wasn't porno-big or anything but he was well-endowed, and when we finally got down to it, he distinguished himself from my previous partners by lasting a pretty long time, and by being really into rapid, deep thrusting, what I later came to think of as "jackrabbit" style. As much as I wanted to, with his brother and friends in the next room, I was unable to keep quiet. They definitely knew what was up. After that, it wasn't like I was suddenly "into" black guys, but it was a part of my palette now. I went on to have a lot more experiences in college, and get a lot more into it.
bethh213 said:I have been asked this so many times I finally wrote it down!! lol I got tired of re-writing it everytime. I am afraid it is much to long to post here!! prolly 3 pages on word!!
badmarie59 said:I started replying to this thread about my first time with the only black man I have had sex with but I ended up with 5 paragraphs in less than 20 minutes
So I think I am going to work on it some more and post it in the "Writing" forum.
I was almost 47 the first time I went black but I have been interested in it since college. My first time was absolutely amazing. I have never told anyone about it either.
Meredith said:Well this thread went nowhere! I'll do it.
I didn't have one single moment where I realized how into it I was, but a series of a few experiences as I became more and more aware that it was my preference. It started when I was 17 and in high school. One of the black boys in my school started pursuing me. The weren't all that many black boys at my school, and I had never thought about being with one before. I didn't consider myself prejudiced or against miscegenation, it just wasn't on my radar until a black guy expressed an interest in me. He was flirtatious and playful and over time we started hanging out a little. I could tell he was into me but I let him do all the work, setting the pace and so forth. I wasn't really sure what I wanted. Eventually he asked me to come hang out over at his place. I had a feeling he was going to make a move. I hadn't really decided what I was going to let happen, but I went with him, in a spontaneous frame of mind. When we got there, his brother and a few friends were hanging out in the living room. I almost reconsidered right there, as I felt a flash of embarrassment that if we got up to anything, they would know what was going on, but I stuck around and we went into his room. I had that wound-up sense of anticipation that you get when you're on the verge of hooking up with someone new. We started making out, which he initiated, and which led to me giving him head. Without making a conscious decision, I knew I was going to let him go as far as he wanted. I wasn't a virgin so it wasn't really an earth-shattering decision. He wasn't porno-big or anything but he was well-endowed, and when we finally got down to it, he distinguished himself from my previous partners by lasting a pretty long time, and by being really into rapid, deep thrusting, what I later came to think of as "jackrabbit" style. As much as I wanted to, with his brother and friends in the next room, I was unable to keep quiet. They definitely knew what was up. After that, it wasn't like I was suddenly "into" black guys, but it was a part of my palette now. I went on to have a lot more experiences in college, and get a lot more into it.
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