My wife Beth confided in me one of her favourite fantasies. To be held down and ravished, preferably by a big black man. She emphasised that it was only a fantasy as she wouldn’t want to have intercourse with anyone other than myself under any circumstances.
‘Maybe you would like to act out something along those lines.’
‘If it was acting it wouldn’t work,’ she replied.
I went on to suggest. ‘Why not have a real scenario where you would be really forced but it would be prearranged that the limits were feeling and sucking your breasts and maybe finger fucking you.’
She brightened up at that suggestion; I could see that I made a good suggestion.
‘But how could we guarantee that the man would stop at that?’ she asked.
‘You did say you wanted it to be a black man.’
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