1. (true story) My first Interracial Experience


    Date: 7/24/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Mature, Author: KateandJessica, Rating: 88, Source: xHamster

    So this is a chapter from my book,In Spades. This is a true story and you can learn more about me and the book on my profile page:http://xhamster.com/user/KateandJessicaGin and BourbonKate So this is where things really started I guess. It was the first time I cheated on David. Then things just sort of got out of control, the way they sometimes do. It seemed to me that David and I had a pretty average sex life. After the k**s, we still probably found time for sex a few times a week. David was never a bad lover and I still loved the way he smelled. He had a decent cock and could use it pretty well. He wasn’t what I would call a creative lover though. Our fucking rarely lasted more than 15 minutes and usually ended without me cumming. I’d only been able to cum when I was riding a cock or masturbating. Since David liked missionary most of the time, I was left to get myself off. As time passed, I tried harder to get him involved in our bedroom activities but he seemed to retreat further. The year before we moved to New Orleans, I don't think we had sex at all. We weren’t really fighting, we just weren’t…anything. But he was always a good provider and never treated me poorly. When it was obvious things were slowing down a bit between us, I tried what I could to spice things up - lingerie, porn, the usual. Finally though, it began to eat at me a bit and I thought David might like me more with bigger tits. I realize that sounds terrible, but I’d always been a little self conscious ...
    about them. I’m pretty curvy and sexy, but my breasts always seemed small for my body. That year, David agreed to help me pay for some breast augmentation. I thought they were wonderful and for about 3 months David thought so too. Then things slowly slipped back to the way they’d been before. When we left Oxnard we had a small house, but once we got to New Orleans we moved up a bit and got ourselves a pretty nice place. It was a halfway decent neighborhood, although anyone who lives here can tell you that safety is a block by block proposition in New Orleans. David’s f****y said we were living ‘too close to the blacks’. I was confused by this considering it was Louisiana. I mean, I understand that racism still exists, I’m not blind. At the same time, if you’re white and you don’t like black people, it seems like Louisiana is the last place you’d want to live. David had inherited some of his parent’s racist attitudes, but I didn’t really see them on display until we moved back to his home state. I told him flat out that I didn’t want my k**s exposed to that and to keep it to himself. To David’s credit, he did manage to curb a lot of comments from that point on. After a few months, I was lonelier than ever. With no sex life at all, I’d even kind of given up on masturbating. I focused on the k**s, on our new house and on looking for a part time job to fill some extra time. When David wasn’t working he spent most of his time in the garage working on a boat he was making or out ...
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