10. JUNGLE FEVER

WHY: Woman cannot live on white meat alone.

When I first spotted Derek I was chatting with a blonde guy my height at the bar Fado in Austin, Texas. I tried to focus on this guy’s pickup spiel, but my eyes kept wandering over to the massive black man at the end of the bar. He was looking at me too. My future life flashed in front of me: I could do the responsible thing and get to know this man oozing with husband, caregiver potential, or I could satisfy my animal cravings for big dick. I graciously excused myself from husband material and made my way over to Derek. Turns out the little blonde dude was Derek’s friend. Aside from the fact that he scoops up girls from his friends, Derek turned out to be a really great guy. Not a pimp or gansta as I secretly hoped for, but a bigwig at Dell. He asked me if I preferred tall or short men, duh!

Derek and I left for another bar. I relished walking with this beautiful man towering next to me. He wore 270 muscular pounds on a 6’8 frame and was bigger than most football players. At the next bar we listened to jazz while I sucked on his thick lips. I was too exhausted that night to contemplate tackling what he could possess between his legs. I romantically whispered to him that I liked him and therefore was not going to fuck him until the next time we saw each other.

The next week we met for dinner. I had psyched myself up for what treasures may await me. Considering his stature I was afraid/excited that he might be hung down to his knees. I arrived at the restaurant in a tight skirt and no panties. As soon as I saw him I knew I was up to the task at hand. We ate, we flirted, and I got him back to my place. Alas, it was a big, juicy, velvety cock, but nothing horse like. I was able to walk the next day even if my thighs no longer touched each other.

He liked my body and next to him I looked tiny (he was nearly a giant after all). He loved my curves. I loved his muscles. I loved the contrast of my ivory skin against his dark brown satin skin.

I went to his house for several bootie calls after the first date. Again I was doing the skirt with no panties. As soon as he opened the door I came all over myself! I had to make a beeline for his bathroom to clean myself up! He liked to wear shirts that were one size too small and hugged his perfect, muscular physique. I liked this too except when my enthusiasm was dripping down my leg.