raineys-library: raineys-library:So here’s the latest first time BBC story. I interviewed he
raineys-library: raineys-library: So here’s the latest first time BBC story. I interviewed her for a while. She has confessions. She’s @Carlycurious4BBc ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ The fact of the matter is that I was always drawn to black men, ever since middle school. I grew up in a racially mixed town. The schools were about 40% black and I had so many crushes on black boys in school. My parents were pretty racist though and I was not the rebellious type. I had a huge crush on a black boy in high school and I know he felt the same. I was so guarded and nothing ever happened. I met my husband in high school. He was the 2nd person I had sex with and then while we were broken up for a year I had one other guy, that my husband still doesn’t know about. Actually, my husband took me on a trip to Sandals for our tenth anniversary, about three years ago. There were black muscular Adonis everywhere. My eyes were jumping out of my head safely hidden behind my sunglasses. I didn’t do anything though, just a lot of drooling, and a bit of flirting but I still had not been with a black man. I wonder about it, and I feel the urge but still it’s a fantasy for those nights with my toys. A fantasy I never thought could be fulfilled. Until I met him, he’s a gorgeous young man I met a few weeks ago at a bar with whom I have been texting but nothing happened, well aside from kissing, other than that nothing has happened yet. He’s gorgeous, tall, dark skinned with a fantastic body and a sexy smile. I could eat him up, lol. See recently on a Saturday I went dancing with my girlfriends and a gorgeous younger black man asked me to dance. We danced for hours and then we went outside so he could smoke. We were in a quiet corner of the patio and he leaned in and kissed me. The flood gates opened and we started making out. He pushed me against the brick wall and I grabbed his dick through his pants. It felt huge and I wanted him so bad but it was late and one of my friends caught us kissing. She came to tell me that they were all leaving so I reluctantly left with them, but not before exchanging numbers with him. Mama didn’t raise no fools. We have been texting for weeks now and I really want him badly. I’ve never cheated before but I know it’s going to happen. The worst part is that I don’t feel guilty about it. Does that make me a terrible person? I mean I didn’t feel guilty about kissing him at all and some of the things we’ve texted are crazy. I’ve never fucked a black guy before and I’ve built it up in my head as something monumental. It’s both terrifying and exciting. Makes me tingle all over and I want him so bad. I’ve only been with three men and been married for thirteen years. I hated deleting the pics, I deleted all of them because he had sent a bunch. Not just his cock, his abs, OMG his abs! My husband wishes he had that body, I wish I had that body too but … anyways, just his abs alone get me wet. I had to erase them all just incase my husband or kids use my phone. I log out of tumblr when I am home. I erase all his messages and he’s saved in my phone as my friend Gina, I’m not trying to lose what I got but I need him, our text message, our conversations get me so wet I want him so fucking bad. His cock is gorgeous just like the rest of him. Not huge like some you see on the internet, but very thick and veiny, dark and delicious looking. I can’t wait to taste him, feel him inside me. All my weekends lately are the same, no sex at home except with my box of toys, lol but it’s not so funny either. Lots of that sexy texting with him and pics, those sexy pics. So we finally decided to do it, well I decided. I think he knew all along. Deciding to do it was the easy part, I have to be smart, I’m trying to stay married. I have a family and I love them, but still I need this. The when and where, yeah, that’s the hard part. Golf days are probably best because he’s gone for half the day. He’s half drunk when he gets home. I could have just fucked hair and he wouldn’t notice, lol. That weekend I couldn’t get away to meet him. We knew it has to be on a Sunday when my husband is out golfing. He has to get a room since he has roommates and I am not bringing him to my house. We finally set the date, Sunday at 11 a.m., I was so fucking nervous My husband left the house before 8 a.m. to go golf. I texted him as soon as he left and we shared a few x rated texts. It was two hours before we met up at a hotel a few towns from my house. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I felt exhausted. My heart had not stopped racing and my mind raced, and my panties were soaked. I went to the room, knocked and he let me in. He was shirtless and I swear my knees felt weak when I saw him. He’s much younger than me, very fit, dark skinned and he looked beautiful. We kissed and I hugged him tight. I was very anxious but he was calm and relaxed which in return helped calm my nerves. I reached for his pants but he brushed me away and instead he slowly undressed me. He kissed and played with my boobs and put his fingers between my legs. He commented that I was very wet and like an idiot I apologized, haha. He made me ask to see his dick and I blushed like a teenager. I was so nervous but at the same time I felt oddly confident and beautiful. I’m kind of heavy but he looked at me like I was a super model and it made me feel so good. I finally took out his cock and I nearly died. It was bigger than I expected. The picture did not do him justice. He’d told me it was 8 inches, I just didnt realize how big that is. We got on the bed and I gave him my best blowjob. I’d never sucked one that big and I could not get much in my mouth so I mostly sucked the tip while I stroked it with my hands. He tasted great and smelled amazing. I could have licked and sucked him all day. Then when he pulled me away I was both sad and excited, lol. I mean I really loved sucking him even if it was a struggle but what was next was what I’ve been waiting for since I met him. Since my trip to Jamaica. I laid next to him and he started playing with my boobs again. He really seemed to focus on them which was strange because in our texts he said he’s an ass man. While he sucked my boobs he started rubbing my clit and I had my first orgasm. When I regained myself from the orgasm he rolled on top of me and entered me. He was so big and fat that it hurt at first but I used some advice I got from a friend, and I asked him to go slow. I told him he was too big and I needed him to ease me in or ease in to me slowly. He did and after a little while I was coaxing him to go faster and deeper. I could feel him deep inside me, stretching me. I felt him touching my cervix and it was amazing. I wanted more, I wanted all of him. I was insatiable, he brought out the woman in me, the sexy, dirty, wanton, lust filled woman I knew I had inside me. I didn’t ask him to use a condom, I asked him not to cum inside me because I am not on the pill. He pulled it out and I asked if I could suck him again. Funny because my husband has asked me to suck him after he’s been inside me and I always said no but I had to feel him in my mouth again. He sat back and I sucked his dick for a pretty long time. I tasted myself on it but I didn’t care with him, I didn’t care if it was dirty. I was rubbing his dark veiny cock on my face. I was licking every inch of it, licking his balls. I loved it all, I did things I’d never normally do but with him I let go. After a while I stopped and I straddled his waist He guided it back inside me, It didn’t hurt at all this time and I took him all the way down. I rode him like that, bouncing up and down on him letting him fill me completely. I rode him until my legs were ready to give out. Then he rolled me over and did me doggy style. That’s when he went at it the best and hardest. I came several time, in doggy. I could feel so much of him, I was full, he really loved me in this position, I imagine he could feel me open for him. It was one of the highlights of the day. He rolled me onto my side and lifted one of my legs and then fucked me really hard. I’m usually pretty quiet, probably because there are usually other people in my house but I was really loud. I was begging him to go harder and faster. I came again like that and then he put me on my back with both legs in the air. I didn’t cum like that but I got to watch his gorgeous face when he pulled out and came on my stomach and boobs. I don’t know how long he fucked me but it was longer then I can remember with my husband. We showered, and he got hard again, it waa really fast compared to my husband. So of course we fucked again on the loveseat in the room. I mean you don’t waste hard beautiful black cock do you? He almost came inside me that time, in fact he might have been a little late because I was leaking, on my way home afterwards. I did shower again before I left. I felt so fulfilled and satisfied. I didn’t feel guilty at all but on the way home, I did feel guilty about not feeling guilty. It definitely won’t be the last time and we planned another “golf day” as soon as we could. I have to say that it did live up to the hype in my mind. It was so different than anything I have ever had sexually. He took charge and was so self assured. He smelled and tasted different too. Just thinking about it makes my stomach flutter. I was afraid the reality might fall short of the fantasy but he was really, really good. It wasn’t just the size either, that was nice. He was in control from start to finish and he seemed to know exactly what I wanted and needed. Mmm. I was in a state of euphoria all day and I’ve been floating ever since. I want more, like right now, it has awakened me. My sex drive for years was asleep and I could take or leave sex, but now, OMG, I am insatiable. I can’t wait for another golf day! ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Hey Rainey here! So there you go, another bunny gets Thanksher furry tail! But I wanted to say a bit more… They had four golf days buy then he acted up and ruined the whole thing. He started acting cocky possessive …. “He was certainly taking care of my needs, lol, but he got cocky and started overstepping what we agreed on. He got pushy and a bit creepy. He drove by my house and texted me. He reached out when he knew I was with my husband which really pissed me off.” So he had to be let go for as much as Carly loved his “golf game” she treasures her family more. Now she’s back to square one, looking for a new golf buddy, one whose good at sex and discreet, one who understands that FWB means friends first not any more. He had a great thing going, here’s a secret, she gave up anal and she never would with her husband. So be cool guys be cool. ♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️ Remember I keep all my stories and confessions in my library@raineys-library And always check out @raineyspics And @i-luv-bbb -- source link