Sandra B
Female
I am a recent convert to the lifestyle and must admit that I am smitten. I was asked by some what I enjoy so much about it besides all the really intense orgasms that I am sure have been experienced by most other white women.
So besides the orgasms here goes.
My Bull, and I really like that term, is the one who introduced me to the idea that sex should not be limited to the one guy one girl idea that I was brought up with. After getting past that the rest was easy.
He considers me his, but doesn't mind sharing me, although he likes to approve of other guys who fuck me. Of course his friends are all black. He does not judge me for enjoying it so much and encourages me being a slut. Being a slut, I have discovered is not a bad thing as most others think.
He is strong and dominant and makes me feel safe with him. He allows me to be myself and not to have to wear a mask of fake respectability when I am with him.
He makes me want to really please him. I have never done so much effort with my appearance before. His approval is important and really turns me on. I like how he desires me and takes pleasure in me. He is really tense when we start to fuck and so relaxed and cuddly when he is done. He always makes sure I reach orgasm. He has stamina like I have never before experienced with any white guy.
He has a body that is worthy of the title Bull. Taller than me by a head without my heels. He is heavy set and muscular with the most amazingly defined body, broad and deliciously black. He looks amazing as he steps out of the shower, very well endowed and his cock even when not aroused, hangs down thick and heavy, his cock and balls swinging as he towels himself off. And the most adorable black fussy hair crotch hair.
His hand feels so good holding mine with our fingers interlaced. He likes to walk with his arm around me when we are out and show me off. I sometimes think I am showing him off as well. He looks really debonair when dressed formally in a white tux and smoking a cigar.
I like the warmth of his body and the way he smells. When we cuddle he almost surrounds me. He is forceful and demanding but at the same time also gentle and caring. I love how my body responds to his touch and how much I want him. There isn't anything he can't ask me for.
He has the most amazing thick full moist african lips and is really the best kisser I have ever known. Holding my face in his hands as he kisses me.
Probably not every black man has these qualities and can be called a Bull. I am luck to have found him. I suppose there might be white guys who could do this as well for me, but I have never met any. For now I am smitten with my Bull.
My only regret is I can't be with him all the time and when I leave him I have to put on my mask of respectability and be a good traditional wife again.
Just some ramblings of a white girl...
So besides the orgasms here goes.
My Bull, and I really like that term, is the one who introduced me to the idea that sex should not be limited to the one guy one girl idea that I was brought up with. After getting past that the rest was easy.
He considers me his, but doesn't mind sharing me, although he likes to approve of other guys who fuck me. Of course his friends are all black. He does not judge me for enjoying it so much and encourages me being a slut. Being a slut, I have discovered is not a bad thing as most others think.
He is strong and dominant and makes me feel safe with him. He allows me to be myself and not to have to wear a mask of fake respectability when I am with him.
He makes me want to really please him. I have never done so much effort with my appearance before. His approval is important and really turns me on. I like how he desires me and takes pleasure in me. He is really tense when we start to fuck and so relaxed and cuddly when he is done. He always makes sure I reach orgasm. He has stamina like I have never before experienced with any white guy.
He has a body that is worthy of the title Bull. Taller than me by a head without my heels. He is heavy set and muscular with the most amazingly defined body, broad and deliciously black. He looks amazing as he steps out of the shower, very well endowed and his cock even when not aroused, hangs down thick and heavy, his cock and balls swinging as he towels himself off. And the most adorable black fussy hair crotch hair.
His hand feels so good holding mine with our fingers interlaced. He likes to walk with his arm around me when we are out and show me off. I sometimes think I am showing him off as well. He looks really debonair when dressed formally in a white tux and smoking a cigar.
I like the warmth of his body and the way he smells. When we cuddle he almost surrounds me. He is forceful and demanding but at the same time also gentle and caring. I love how my body responds to his touch and how much I want him. There isn't anything he can't ask me for.
He has the most amazing thick full moist african lips and is really the best kisser I have ever known. Holding my face in his hands as he kisses me.
Probably not every black man has these qualities and can be called a Bull. I am luck to have found him. I suppose there might be white guys who could do this as well for me, but I have never met any. For now I am smitten with my Bull.
My only regret is I can't be with him all the time and when I leave him I have to put on my mask of respectability and be a good traditional wife again.
Just some ramblings of a white girl...