Interracial Sex

I have been attracted to women of color all my life. Especially black women. I remember as a young boy being attracted to black women I saw on TV (Tony Orlando and Dawn....I loved the 2 black women that were Dawn). Also black women I saw out in public. This was before I even knew what sex was. I just felt attracted to them for some reason and I didn't quite know why.

I had only dated women that were the same race as me (white) for many, many years. I got married to a white woman. But that ended in divorce. I was 32 years old and found myself living in a city I really didn't know (it was where she grew up and where we had moved to) and I had very few friends because I had only been there with her for about 3 years at that point, and all the people I knew were through her.

It was 1993 and the internet was just starting to come alive. I connected to a "billboard" that was in my area via dial-up modem. It was an adult site and it had a room that catered to interracial sex. I got talking to a black woman on there. She was about 10 years younger than me, but she was curious about being with a white man. I told her I was curious about being with a black woman.

We decided to meet and we did. The attraction was immediate. Within a few weeks, we decided that she was going to come over to my apartment and we'd try having sex and see how things went.

So she came over and we started making out. I was so attracted to her and she seemed to feel the same way about me. I had the most amazing sex I ever had up to that point. What it did for both of us, was confirm that the feelings we had towards people of the "opposite" race were real.

We became regular lovers and we got together often for sex. But after several months, she started saying she wanted to start a family. I didn't want any kids and I was recently divorced (I had no kids from my ex). She decided she was going to try and find a white man that wanted to date her.

We were living in Buffalo, NY and that is just across the border from Canada. She met a white guy from Canada and they started having an affair. I immediately started looking for another black woman to be with.

I began having an affair with a married white woman that wasn't getting taken care of at home. It was good, but the level of arousal and excitement I had with her didn't come close to how I felt with the black woman.

I kept looking for a black woman and I found one. In retrospect, I feel kind of bad about it, but I essentially dropped the white woman to be with the black woman. The sex with her was also amazing. It wasn't the same level of arousal and excitement, but it was still better than the sex I had up to that point with white women.

After a while, our relationship cooled off. The woman I had been fucking that went to Canada, got pregnant. She was back in Buffalo and she didn't want to move to Canada and he didn't want to move to the States. So she was all by herself and pregnant. I don't know how it happened, but somehow we reconnected. I was talking to her and she told me she was pregnant and she was very horny. I asked her if she would maybe want to come over to my apartment and see if it was possible for us to make love.

She told me that she was not feeling very attractive to men and was afraid they wouldn't find her attractive because she was pregnant and showing. I told her to come over and let's just see how things go.

She came over and I was immediately attracted to her again. We began kissing passionately and she told me how badly she wanted to have sex. I said I thought she was gorgeous. We had the most amazing sex again.

She kept coming back to see me for sex and we did it through her 8th month. I tried to see her after the baby was born, and I did go over to her apartment one time, but she was not really feeling sexual desire at the time. I have no idea why.

Many years later we reconnected. She told me that what I did for her, by saying she was attractive and making love to her when she felt very unattractive to men, was the nicest thing any man had done for her, and to this day she remembers it very, very fondly. She has thanked me many times for being there to give her emotional and physical attention when she really needed it.

Anyway, over the decades I took more black women as lovers. I was never really ready for anything serious. It seems they felt the same. Over the years many of them confessed to me that they didn't want their friends to know they were with a white man. They asked me to keep it secret. I didn't mind that at all.

I talked to several of them about why they wanted to keep it secret. They said they had a feeling they were being "fetishized" when white men came on to them. I did some research because that term didn't seem to fit. One of the definitions of fetish is; "Something, such as a material object or nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification." So think "foot fetish". Being attracted to the color of a person's skin is not a fetish. The skin is the largest erogenous zone on the body. That helped quite a few of them feel more comfortable about trusting a white man's feelings for them.

Also, and this is weird, but I have confirmed it with several black women that I had love affairs with...there is a "scent" that is different when I'm with a black woman that is different from that of a white woman. I don't know what it is and I can't put my finger on it. But when I have told the black women I have been with about it, they said they had the same thing happens to them when they are with white men. The "scent" of a white man is different to them than the scent of a black man. And it's more arousing to them, as it is to me.

They have also told me that white men pay more attention to them when they make love to them. They make an effort to make sure she is sexually satisfied, more so than black men do.

So bottom line is, there's something about interracial sex for me that makes it very different than same race sex.

The last black lover I had, we had spoken for about 1 year before we met the first time. We only met one more time after that. We had the most amazing sex I ever had. I stayed hard for 5 hours straight. I have told her over and over again, that I will never forget the times we spent together and they were the best sexual experiences of my life.

Unfortunately, shortly after our last meeting, she was badly injured in a NJ transit bus accident. There was a settlement (it took about 3 years) but she was awarded $3 million. One man died in the crash and several others were wounded. She was one of the 2 most badly wounded in the accident.

Then after that, I got cancer. So long story short, I no longer live in NJ where we were at the time, and neither does she. We are thousands of miles apart. We do keep in touch still and we are great friends.

So I love interracial sex. It's very special and it's not a fetish or something. It's real and I know that the black women I have been with, and others that I haven't been with, have told me they feel the same about white men. It's a preference for them, just as it is for me.