The Dark, Insatiable Cravings of Mrs. Harding : Interracial Erotica

Something had been brewing for a while and I couldn't ignore it any longer. The fire inside me had been smoldering for weeks. These thoughts kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me and making my mind wander. Although I was a faithful wife and mother, my thoughts lead to urges that I could no longer ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with was reduced his package.
Salami, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles - anything long and girthy reminded me of my need.I salivated over magazine ads for men's underwear and swimwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded bulges. Finally, I knew I had to do something about the exquisite torture I was experiencing. After much deliberation, I looked into escort agencies and called a few in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected only the classiest of them, ones with clients who expected the best, and who were discrete.
I also wanted to work exclusively with black men.