Deep down in its mind it craved to be discovered. it wanted its fantasies to be downloaded by Superior Blacks. it wanted a Superior Black to discover ...ts identity and use that knowledge to acquire it as a white slave and whore. it wanted other Blacks to get hold of its stories and posts showing what kind of a ninny white piece-of-ass for Superior Blacks it was and for Superior Blacks to exercise their natural evolutionary prerogatives and control it as a Black Owned white whore. it wanted to be. "I hear some creaking now, maybe they are working those feelings out now, physically speaking," I pointed out, rubbing his leg. "Well, forbidden sex can feel so wonderful, but cause the worst consequences at the same time." "Very true. I know neither of us planned on cheating, but it happened. Maybe we were just exploring deep down, but we got more than we bargained for." "Maybe," he muttered, leaning towards me. "Although, we are still married to each other," he put on the record, stopping. ‘Please, please come to me’, my brain yells out behind my closed eyes, ‘I need you so much.’ I turn my face into the pillow under my cheek, breathing deeply and smelling him there. I hear the jingle of keys in the next room, and with a sour disappointment, I realize that he is probably getting ready to head out the door. I try to bring my sexual frustration under control since I know that he will be leaving any moment, but my crotch won’t let me go so easily, it demands relief! I figure that. She said she was so tempted and would, but it was so wrong being I was married and she a boyfriend. I told her she was right but what if she changed her mind. She asked if I was cool with it and said she was sorry she didn’t make me cum. I was disappointed but cool and knew she was right. I spent most of my Sunday sorting out the bedroom and had cleared enough boxes to build up our double bed and got the wardrobe in there too. The dining table was now in the front room and I made good progress.