I am Pamela from South Africa. I've been married for 15 years in a fairly good marriage to a good man. Truth be told, what starts off as idyllic does lose its shine as time passes, as we get older. One can perhaps say that time allows subdued and subconscious instincts to drift closer to the surface... Dawning on you slowly or suddenly at times. Having been brought up in a rather racialized society one is inbred with taboos society places upon you...with that ever present of questioning these taboos. Seeming logical at first as we are conditioned to never step outside these 'rules' of society enforced upon us.
That was until we became seduced by the magic of the internet, and being able to explore beyond taboos and realizing the ridiculousness of society and its stupid rules. The attraction of taboos are your desire to break them, like a naughty schoolgirl, for better or for worse. The unintended reality of one such taboo can have the exact opposite outcome of what its original intention may have been. Take the black men in our environment we live. As a teen girl you cannot help but wonder what lurks under their surface... but with increasing numbers of young white girls fraternizing with them and seemingly happy in their company creates doubts about these 'taboos'. Which in turn kindles desires to explore the so-called forbidden territory of mixing with them.
That was until we became seduced by the magic of the internet, and being able to explore beyond taboos and realizing the ridiculousness of society and its stupid rules. The attraction of taboos are your desire to break them, like a naughty schoolgirl, for better or for worse. The unintended reality of one such taboo can have the exact opposite outcome of what its original intention may have been. Take the black men in our environment we live. As a teen girl you cannot help but wonder what lurks under their surface... but with increasing numbers of young white girls fraternizing with them and seemingly happy in their company creates doubts about these 'taboos'. Which in turn kindles desires to explore the so-called forbidden territory of mixing with them.
This has the overwhelming power to obsessively wanting to explore this to the point of going full circle. To feel that amazingly beautiful hard black manhood within my womb without putting any limits on it at all. Just full circle. The thought of it has become an obsession, and I catch myself masturbating randomly as this thought has taken hold of me completely. Overruling everything else...rationally...or irrationally.. It doesn't matter. Only the desire to go full circle matters. Regardless of anything else.
