[/QUOTE]I can honestly say that this is exactly what has happened to me. I'm happily married and absolutely love fucking my wife which I still do on a daily basis...but over the last two years I have personally become obsessed with black cocks. And not just looking at them on a website. Feeling them, touching them, tasting their cum. I now spend just as much time (or more) looking for black cock for myself as I do for my wife. I'm completely obsessed with putting on a pair of slutty panties and submitting to dominant hung black men. I think about BBC cum constantly...literally dozens of time throughout the day, I think about how it tastes in my mouth or how it feels leaking out of my ass. I am constantly on Craigslist in every city I travel to and I have even gone so far as setting up a Grindr account to find BBC to satisfy my never-ending craving. I am completely addicted to BBC and as I sit here at the office with pre-cum staining my dres pants, I'm constantly checking my KIK, my Gmail, and my tumblr accounts for responses from BBC trying to find my next hookup. I have my own stash of black dildos, a large black butt plug, and an ever-growing stash of panties and stockings...
I agree with all of the above. There is no doubt you go through a transitional stage, and your sexuality shifts and you desire and even worship large cocks, for me its both black and white. They represent everything it is to be an alpha male and everything i wish i could have been as a younger man, but never was or was ever going to be. Its a slippery slope though, i don't think i'll ever not be addicted to the sight, taste, feel or smell of a large cock. I see it and i feel this need to submit to it immediately... doesn't help when the bulls know this and know i'll almost beg for it. I had one ten years ago, who i serviced for around 6 weeks, all he had to do was click his fingers and i'd drop everything and be on my knees 20 minutes later. It was bittersweet though, i hated the wimp cocksucker i'd become but loved it and craved it at the same time, and again sat by the phone waiting for him to call me again, to be ready when he wanted me.