I've been actively involved in the lifestyle on a discreet basis for
the last two years and I have enjoyed it immensly. I wanted to
share with the Dark Cavern and its loyal members my first time because it
helped me, in a round about way, experience it. And because I want
to meet more people who enjoy it as much as I do. I believe that it
is with out a doubt the hottest sex a woman and man can have. From
an initial meeting to flirting, dating and ultimatly the intense
love-making, I believe there is no equal that can come close to the
palpable energy you can feel in the air when i'm in the presence of a
very sexy, strong black man.
During my second year in college my father, who is a doctor, began
treating players who got injured playing sports at the University I went
to. They would come to his office on a regular basis for
treatment. I had worked at my dads office since the summer after i
graduated from high school. I mainly did receptioist duties, answering
phones, taking messages and checking people in when they had
appointments. This is when I first experienced the attention of a
black man, and mainly young black men. The high school I went to
had only a handful of black students and none of them hung out in my
circle of friends. And most of the patients that came into my dads
office were either children or older people, hardly ever anyone my
age. So when they started coming in it was something really new for
me. The thing I noticed right away was the attention they would pay
to me, they were never shy to talk to me and compliment me and even ask
me for my number. Most guys that would first meet me always seemed
nervous to be around me much less to talk to me. When I went out
with my friends to clubs or bars, most of the guys who came up to me were
drunk or players who had wives or girlfriends. Even some of the
white athletes who came in would only casually pay attention to me, at
the most a smile. It was like they thought I must have a boyfriend,
which I didnt at the time, so they didnt even bother. The black
guys were never short of confidence, even the ones who werent that good
looking. I found myself really liking the attention, to the point
where I would look at the appointment book to see if some were coming in
the next day or sometime that week. On the days they came in I made
sure to wear something sexy so I could get those sexy looks. I
would usually wear a short skirt or tight business suit, Something
that would keep them up at the counter a little longer. When they
were in the waiting area is usually when I went to the vending area in
the building to get a soda or something. There were times when some
of them would follow me out there just to talk to me and tell me how nice
i looked. The fact that I was peaking there sexual interest was
such a turn on for me and so very intoxicating. I even went to a
couple of banquets with my dad that they had for all the athletes.
Those were fun because I would get to really dress up and meet other
players. At the end of the year I attended a party some of them had
just before they were all leaving for the summer. Thats where the
'lust' seed was really planted in me. I danced with several of them
and I remember feeling really weak kneed when I did. I loved the
feeling I felt inside of me when I was in their arms. I remember
feeling their manhood on my leg or hip or even tummy, because some of
them were really tall, and they made me so very horny. I went out
into the patio with one of them, a guy I really liked and who was so very
sexy, and we made out. He had his hand under my skirt caressing my
ass while we kissed. Even though I was so turned on and so horny
for him, I got a little scared and told him I had to leave. I told
him I would call him the next day, but I never did. I regretted it
the whole summer. The next year I began dating a doctor who began
working with my dad. I still enjoyed turning on the guys when they
came in or when we went to a game or banquet, but it was never really the
same. I still fantasized alot about the guy I almost slept with
from the party. Even when I was with my boyfriend, who eventually
became my husband.
Married life was a tough transition for me because my husband didnt
want me to work at first. I remember having a tough time finding
things to do, I could only shop so much. This is when the 'lust'
seed started to appear again. I found myself thinking about black
men all the time. Sometimes I would even go out with the thought of
just coming into contact with one. I would dress up in sexy outfits
and go to the mall or the store or the car wash, anywhere I thought i
might see more than just one. I even joined a gym (which my husband
knows nothing about to this day) on the side of town where I knew most of
the members would be black men. I did get alot of the attention i
was looking for there. I remember that twice a week my routine was
to put on my workout clothes, go to the gym for about an hour, then go to
the corner store and buy a sports drink or sports bar and then get my car
washed before I went back home. I got alot of stares and attention
at all three places. But I still couldnt get myself to take it to
the next level. Then one day my husband told me he had to go out of
town to be at a conference for a couple of days. So I decided that
this is when I was going to make this happen. I noticed that there
was a night club in the same shopping center as my gym and that would be
my meeting ground. The day my husband left I went shopping for the
outfit I would wear to the club. I bought a sexy short white dress,
a pair of black sheer panties and bra and some sexy heels. When i
saw the dress I liked the fact that you could barely see through
it. When I put it all on that night, you could just make out my bra
and panties. It was really sexy. When I pulled up to the club
i almost didnt get out, not only was the line around the building, but
the majority of the people there were really young. It was a little
dissappointing, but I wasnt going to let that ruin my night. I
pulled up to the valet guy and asked him if I gave him twenty bucks,
could he let me right in? But he didnt hear a word I told him
because he was staring down between my legs because my dress had ridden
up to my waist when I sat down. He opened the car door for me and
told me I could go right in. I walked in this place and all I saw
was a wall of humanity on the dance floor. I mean nobody could move
around very much because there were so many people. I found a seat
by the bar and bought a drink. I danced with a couple of guys who
came up and asked but I noticed it was going to hard to carry a
conversation because there were so many people and it was so loud.
So I decided I would dance and have a great time. I stayed on the
dance floor for about an hour and different guys would just come up and
dance with me. It was so crowded that sometimes I would feel
multiple hands on me. I figured that was going to be part of the
deal if I wanted to stay out there so I just played along. One guy
even had his hand down my panties on my ass and then he would turn me
around and run it down to my pussy. His finger felt so good inside
me. He would pull me towards him and grind his hips into me.
We finally went and sat down and he bought me a couple of drinks.
He asked me to go back to his place with him and I agreed. I
started following him in my car and we ended up going to an area I had
never been to, I mean it was really dark and quite a ways out of
the area we were in. I started getting really nervous and I ended
up turning around and going home. I was so upset with myself that i
didnt even go out the next night, I just stayed home and watched a
movie.
Thats when I got the idea of getting on the internet and seeing if i
could meet someone that way. I ended up finding The Dark Cavern and
other sites that catered to what I was looking for. I began
spending my days checking out sites and chatting with other people about
what I came to find out was a lifestyle. I began trying to find
compatible men, men that understood my situation and that I was attracted
to. Just when I was about to start setting up lunch dates or happy
hour meetings my husband asked me to come up with ideas to re-do the
house. We had been talking about remodeling some parts of the
house. The first project he gave me was the kitchen floor, I told
him I really wanted saltillo tile in it because I hated the ugly floor it
had. So I went to pick out the one I wanted and he hired someone to
put it in. He tells me over dinner that it would take the guy three
days to put it in because he had another job aswell. He told me he
would be there in the afternoons, probably between 2 and 5. The
first thing I thought of was, there goes my plans to meet someone, at
least for now. The day the guy came over my husband came home to
show him what he wanted done. I was upstairs when he got there and
i could hear him and my husband talking. When I heard his voice it
sounded to me like he was black but I wasnt sure, So I walked down
and amazingly much to my surprise he was. I mean it never
really entered my mind that it could actually happen, I mean in my mind i
thought it would be somebody that looked like a carpenter or something,
definatly an older person. But he wasnt, instead he was tall,
handsome and black. And I felt something right when I shook his
hand, there was a mutual attraction right away. I was just glad my
husband didnt notice when it happened. That night I couldnt sleep
very much because I was just thinking of ways to attract him. I
knew he would only be there for three days so I had to work quick.
The first day I went to work out before I came home to let him in.
I stayed in my work out clothes when he got there. Its basically a
sports bra and tight leotard shorts. He seemed impressed when he
first walked in. We talked for about an hour as he stripped the
kitchen floor, then I excused myself to go and take a shower. I put
my robe on and walked back down stairs. He smiled at me as I sat
down at the table and we talked some more. I gave him plenty of leg
to look at as we talked, and he wasnt emabarrased to look. It got
close to 5 and I knew my husband would be home soon so I went back
upstairs to put some shorts and a t shirt on. That night I remember
thinking that he knew that I was trying to turn him on and that I was
making progress. At the least he thought I was a huge flirt.
The next day I decided to answer the door in my string bikini and
heels. At the last minute I put a t shirt on, I didnt want to be
too over the top. He walked in and immediatly commented, he asked
if I was going for a swim, I told him no, I was just going to get some
sun. While he started working I went out and layed by the
pool. About twenty minutes later I deciced to go in and see if he
needed anything. This time without the t shirt on. As I
grabbed a couple of glasses, to get us some water, he told me that I had
a great body. I thanked him and we talked as he continued to
work. I noticed it was getting close to 5 and I got up to go
upstairs and change, and as I did, he asked me where I was going. I
told him I was going to change because my huband wouldnt approve of me
being dressed like this in front of him. I smiled and went
upstairs. I walked in the bathroom and turned the shower on, when i
turned around he was standing right there, at first he startled me.
Before I could even say a word he began kissing me. I tried to pull away
but I couldnt, nor did I really want to. He soon had me pinned to
the wall and he had my legs wrapped up around his waist. When he
began kissing my neck and shoulders, I asked him to stop because my
husband was going to be home any minute and I tried to pull away from him
but I couldnt. I told him that we could continue this tomorrow, but
he wouldnt stop. He finally pulled away from me and let me down,
just long enough for him to take his t shirt and jeans off. I tried
to walk away but he grabbed me and bent me over on the bathroom counter
top. He pulled my bikini bottoms off and penetrated me. His
cock felt so amazing as it entered me. He grabbed me from my
shoulders and just kept pumping into me, I came multiple times and didnt
even have enough energy to support myself on the counter. I just
layed on it as he pumped into me, fucking me hard, and fucking me better
than I had ever been fucked before. I felt his cock grow and he
came hard inside me. I barely had enough energy to stand up and
walk into the shower. Luckily for me it took him another 3 days to
finish the kitchen floor.