I must tell you that growing up, having a birthday around Christmas, I was often neglected as far as birthdays go. I usually received one or two presents for my birthday and the rest for Christmas. This was my typical thing, not really celebrating birthdays until I turned 35 and met my wonderful black lover. I had always been curious about being with a black man and finally took the plunge and did so.
I should tell you that meeting him changed my life. My marriage was dull and I was tired of the same old boring sex. My husband had become a dud, basically, never really changing the mode of sex, although the positions did change occasionally.
So I started going online and chatting with men from all over the world, cybering and getting off on this new thrill. Lou was different. We chatted a lot, cybered and even talked on the phone a lot. It took me about 6 months or so to finally agree to meet him. We met for lunch and then went to the hotel. I must say that from 2 p.m. that Saturday afternoon until 7 a.m. the following morning, we were basically like rabbits in heat. We must have fucked in every way possible, only taking a few breaks for bathroom and dinner. He was powerful but never hurt me. It was more a verbal thing, the total control he had on me just by his words. We parted on Sunday knowing that we would have to be together again.