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.
We returned to our mundane lives but still chatted and talked on the phone quite regularly. We decided to make it an annual fling, to celebrate my birthday every year. So we met for my 36th, 37th, 38th and 39th. This year being my 40th it was a big deal for me, so my black lover planned a special present for me. He wouldn't tell me what it was but he was going to make sure I turned 40 with all the bells.