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I am in my late thirties. I am attractive and I workout and take care of my body. I am not a blonde hair blue eyed big titty woman, but most men I know think I look good. I am hoping to meet other women like me who are into interracial porn but remain anonymous. Anyone can contact me at email@example.com
Last year (September 2012) I had my first sexual encounter with a black man. His name was Robert and we had met online after I had responded to an ad he had posted. We emailed back and forth for months and I had really made no real plans to actually meet him. But one day I was very horny and we were chatting online and he was begging me to come over. The voice inside my head was saying it is not a good idea but my pussy was aching hot that day, so as we continued sending dirty messages to each other, I was talking myself into going to see him. He sent me a picture of him with his dick and balls hanging out of his shorts. Robert was in his twenties, chubby, and his dick was not particularly huge but a nice size. There was something about that pic though, it wasn't that he was a hot looking guy but the way he stood there staring in the camera, his cock hanging out, and I thought to myself, this is the last guy anyone would think I'd actually have sex with. And I think that may have added to the attraction to Robert for me. I asked him for his address and he sent it to me. I looked it up on google maps and noticed it was in a poor black neighborhood, which added to the excitement for me. I was seriously thinking of driving to this thug's house and fucking him in his old house in the poor section of town. I kept thinking of the things that could go wrong like if my car broke down or had a flat tire in that neighborhood, or if I were attacked. I guess the risk and my pussy aching clouded my reasoning and I messaged Robert I was coming over.
As I got ready, I kept reminding myself why this was not a good idea. A petit white woman in that part of town. But my body continued to ignore those thoughts. I removed my panties and put on jean shorts so I could dress and undress quickly if I needed to. As I left my house, I was thinking this is crazy.
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