Sometimes You Need A Lil’ Chocolate

About a year ago, on Valentine’s Day, my man set up a play date for me. It was awesome because it was about me. He had two very well hung black men work me over one at a time. As great as it was, the second man didn’t get the sex he deserved because I was wiped out by the first man, whose name was Byron. Byron was a work of art. Five foot eight inches of solid dark chocolate, he had bulging muscles and a huge cock. A true catch for any woman. I am not sure why he was single. I didn’t really know him well, but for quite some time I wanted our paths to cross again. I got an instant message on a website saying it was Byron, and asking that I verify myself. Of course, I was vague on the reply till I could verify that it really was Byron. After we were sure of each other, he told me that he really liked me and wanted to be my friend. I couldn’t resist but I asked for his discretion. My man liked Byron and Byron liked and respected my man. In spite of this, Byron kept telling me that out of the many women he meets offline ankara travesti or at parties, I never left his thoughts. For months we chatted online and I have to admit, he had been an amazing lover. I told him it wasn’t going to happen again unless I could convince my man to let it happen again. He tried, without any luck, to get dates for our swing parties since no single men are allowed at most parties we attend. Byron always reminded me of our one night and knew I felt the same way. We relived it over and over, sending pictures back and forth. One time he got me off with a chat of what he had just done to another man’s wife while the husband watched. Then I hit a dry spell. Lately, I wasn’t getting any extra fun but I hadn’t really done anything about it. One night I couldn’t sleep and so I went online. Byron was there. We role played and chatted, both personal and sexual. I slipped and told him about my little first try at a gang bang. He was shocked to find that my man didn’t know. I felt travesti ankara guilty because I knew Byron wouldn’t agree with my secrecy, and might tell my man because they were friends on a personal level. Byron asked me if he would get the chance to have me again. In a heated chat I said “yes.” He wanted to plan a meeting because he didn’t live close. I agreed to have sex with him again when I knew there was an opportunity, as long as he kept it between the two of us or at least from my man. He said he felt bad hiding it from my man, but he agreed. A few weeks went by and I couldn’t travel or see him but we continued to chat. I kept remembering his perfect body and his cock in me the last time. I remembered how it tuckered me out and made me sore for a day after. He couldn’t wait till his chance and he kept telling me that he was going to thoroughly fuck me. It was driving me wild thinking about it. Then an open door miraculously appeared. My man got free tickets to Monday night football. I immediately ankara travestiler thought of Byron. As soon as I could get on my phone I texted him and said, “How would you like to be the first man to have me in my own home?” He asked, “When?” I replied, “Monday.” He answered, “It’s on.” The next two days were filled with dirty texts about how he was going to ruin me and how good it’s going to be. He even told me to dress ready. Monday came and work was dragging on all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night to come. This wasn’t just sex. This was much more than interracial sex. Oh no, this was in my own home which was risky. It didn’t matter the color of his skin or the size of his cock, he knew what he was doing. Many men have had sex with me but not many have really fucked me. This would be much like you would see in a porn or a picture GIF and I couldn’t wait. I came home from the gym to see that the men were ready to leave for the game. I told my man, “I may need some womanly fun tonight and may have somebody over.” He laughed and said, “Have fun, but make sure its not a stranger.” Then he drove off. I told Byron my man had left and he said, “I will be there in less than an hour.” It was now almost six pm. I took a shower, washing and shaving my entire body.