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I wanna get a white woman pregnant
I am a black guy.I just want to find a white woman,legal age,single or married,have ** with her until I knock her up and she can have my baby.I have slept with many white women but none has gotten pregnant.Most of them are on the pill or have their tubes tied.With all the white women in the world,I cant believe how difficult it is to get just one pregnant.I have worked and craved this for years!
I really appreciate your kindness and your support: sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in desire for this man. I swear, when I'm next to him, it's almost like I can feel him entering me and totally filling me up, with my husband standing right there next to us. I imagine him sliding into my **, and then out, and then into my **, and then out, and then going back and forth and back and forth from one hole to the other. AT CHURCH! WITH PEOPLE STANDING THERE WATCHING! And when that happens, I worry that he can tell what I'm thinking and know how much I want to be swept up by him and wrecked.....sexually speaking, but also wrecking my marriage. I can't say that I have ever had this deep and hot of a feeling for another black man, but I will confess that, since my teens (pre-teens, actually), I've had the common female urge to be taken by a black man, to go black and not come back. I will also admit that there is no limit to the depravity I would commit for this particular man: you mentioned his friends, and if he and I began an affair and he wanted me to be a nasty passaround for him and them, I would totally do that, and even filthier things, even public things. He makes me want to be truly awful and completely whorish. But mostly what he does is this: he makes me want to please him.
My goodness....what a lucky unknowing guy.I am jealous of him already and wishing I were him but knowing about it and living the dream.
Your desire is very strong-from the way you express it.I suggest you sit down and have a very candid discussion with your hubby about this in a very non-threatening way. He may suggest you seek counseling or whatever.Just tell him all you need is a good strong ** ** in your white ** and everything will be okay.You will be very unhappy if you don't do something about it rather urgently but diligently.There is no telling what will happen if you befriend this guy or talk to hubby about it.You could be happy with him or it could open a whole world of happiness opportunities for you. Be creative,after all you are a woman,and find out if the two of you can connect.He may have desires for you but may say nothing because he knows and thinks you are happily married.You have to find a subtle way to let him know you are wet for him 24/7 365.
If your hubby does not support any contact you may initiate with this guy,you may have to go in alone bravely,or find a place where black guys hang out and find you a decent one to have discreet fun with for your own good.You are simply depriving yourself and it sounds like you are in a no fun marriage and want some sort of outlet to be yourself.I think you are a very ** sensual woman enslaved my the church,your marriage vows and your fear of the unknown.Go please him and be pleased in the process or cuckold your hubby and live happily ever after.Though I am not sure how old you are now,failing to act on such a strong urge from pre-teen years is very unfair to yourself.You are punishing and depriving yourself.ANY MOVE U MAKE OR DON'T MAKE COULD POSSIBLY END YOUR MARRIAGE.
"There is a time for risky love. There is a time for extravagant gestures. There is a time to pour out your affections on one you love. And when the time comes --seize it, don't miss it."
--Max Lucado
It's really amazing how intuitive and understanding you are, and how open to all the possibilities of life: if my husband had even a quarter of the awareness of my needs that you do, my marriage would be the best one on the planet. But I don't want to mislead. As I said at the beginning, I'm 44 (two children), and I know myself and my husband: I could not possibly ever speak of this to him. I could easily have this conversation if YOU were my husband. I have already said more here in these spaces than I ever have to any living person, and have been far more candid about my desires than anywhere else: not even my best girlfriends would suspect that I crave what I crave, much less the hunger and power with which I crave it. But then, if YOU were my husband, I wouldn't be craving it (much less in secret), because I'd be getting it constantly at home. And by "it", I don't just mean "**": I also mean "black babies". I also don't want to mislead about my husband or marriage. I love my husband and he's a good man, and I'm lucky to have him, and I'm not dissatisfied with him in any normal sense. But I have always had these urges in me, urges that I have suppressed since I was a girl, and that smoldering fire got fanned into sky-high flames when I started seeing this black man at church. And then into wildfire when I began reading your very ** posts, and began thinking more of this sort of relationship as within the realm of possibility, and less within the realm of rank fantasy. Will I ever allow myself to do anything about it? Probably not, but I can tell you two things. My fantasies about That Beautiful Black Creature at Church began seeming more real when I started reading your entries here. And I've begun thinking that, at 44, I'm still within the range of child-bearing years (albeit with some risk), but that if I'm ever going to step out and "live the dream" of having him and his children, I have to act soon. That is a wonderful and exciting thought. Thank you.
If you hear a voice within you say "you cannot paint," then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. ~Vincent Van Gogh
Why do you think you cannot talk to your husband or your best girlfriend about this secret unquenched desire or dream?
What do you think will happen if hubby(a)found out you are suddenly pregnant(b)baby is not possibly his(c) baby is from a black man at church or elsewhere?
What happened when you saw that Beautiful Black Man Creature at church this past Sunday?
I'm sorry for not replying, but I'm a little frightened of you, and how easily you read me and my feelings. I had decided not to write back at all but I thought there were things you deserved to know. Two Sundays have passed and somehow I think you already know what happened, so I'm just telling you what you already know. The first Sunday, I got my husband to have us sit directly behind the MAN, and when we got down on the kneeler, I closed my eyes and imagined him turning around, standing up and putting his giant ** in my face and having me ** it right there in church and in front of my husband. He was (in the fantasy) going slow at first, but then he started driving it, making me gag and spit, but I throated the whole thing repeatedly until he came (gallons!) and he said how proud of me he was. When we knelt again, instead of offering him my mouth, I offered my ** and he took it and ** me (again, in the daydream) deep and hard and fast until he came again (and again, gallons!), and this time he spoke to my husband instead of me and said, "I just knocked up your ** wife." Yesterday was the second Sunday and we sat behind him again, but this time my dream wasn't about **: it was that I was there in church, pregnant in front of God and everybody, and I was carrying this MAN's black child inside me. I could even feel the thing in me, and I really did feel pregnant with his child. I know you will think this is weird or sick, but the thought of being pregnant with the child of that magnificent black MAN made me wet. And super **. And it made me crazed with desire for him AND for his black baby. It was a beautiful moment (God, I sooooo WANT his child). Then after church when I said goodbye to him, I kissed his cheek (I do that to everybody, so my husband wasn't suspicious), but I pressed my chest and my mound against him and held it there. When my husband turned away, the MAN looked at me and nodded. I know that THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN. Thank you.
Again, why did you marry?