From: (E-mail address deleted)
Sent: Monday, December 06, 2004 9:26 PM
To: editor@darksecret.com
Subject: white women's obligations

My name is Allyson, and I'm one of the typical white wives that seem to be all over this site. You know, married 10 years, not much happening at home on the sex front, getting frustrated as the months go by. Then, a week ago I stumbled on this site, and I was mesmerized, I must admit. I looked at lots of photos, then I read the "White Women's Obligations" article, then I chatted in the chatroom with a nice couple, then I read the article again, then I chatted, then I read it again, and again....

I have never in my middle-class life been talked to that directly. The MINIMUM REQUIREMENT listed of performing a Black Blowjob within seven days got me very excited. It was almost like a directive. And I swear, every time I read the word "bareback" I twitched.

The couple I was chatting with, well, you should hire them for recruiting. They were nice, patient, and persuasive. My horniness and imagination got the best of me, and before I signed off, I had written a coy E-mail to a Black Guy who works on the second floor of my building. I referred him to the site, and asked him to check it out and see what he thought. I was non-committal, I never mentioned that I was interested or willing. I also never meant to push the send button, I was just fooling around.

But the couple kept talking, and the photos kept beckoning, and before I knew it, I had sent it. I was petrified at what might happen. It was the wildest thing I had ever done. Ever.

The next morning, I realized what I had done. Non-committal? Coy? I had just sent an E-mail to a Black Guy, who knows how to find me, about a website that is plastered with white women who get off on the idea of being a receptacle for Black Sperm. Heck, I practically offered him a blowjob if he wanted it, and I had never even done that with my husband!

Maybe that was the problem. If my husband was asking for the same thing, maybe I wouldn't be off thinking about it. Of course, my husband doesn't look anything like those pictures in the manhood department.

When I went in to work two days later, I had all my stories lined up. It was a mistake. Somebody else was using my E-mail. It was a dare from a friend. I caught him checking me out from afar. Then, he appeared at my cubicle. I started first, with all my explanations. He held up his hand, laughing, as if he understood everything. Don't worry, he said. He said it was an interesting site, but not something that he was into. I was relieved but disappointed, and I felt like the biggest idiot. Yeah, the website isn't reality, just for fun, I joked.

But then he spoke again, and my heart went flip-flop. "But I do have a friend who is into that scene," he said casually, but pointedly. "And he's expecting you at 5:30 after work down in room 414 at the (hotel) to discuss his views."

He winked. "I'm sure you'll want to get his opinion," he smiled, and walked away.

I tried to tell him no, I wasn't going, but he was gone and the rest of the day was a blur and the afternoon found me at room 414 and I couldn't believe I knocked, and after he answered, I knew what he wanted and what I had agreed to do.

The Black Guy (I didn't even know his name at this point) just laid a hand on my shoulder without a word, and I looked up at him with fear and desire in my eyes and he stroked my hair and looked at me for several long moments, and my heart slowed down enough for me to breathe a little. He just kept looking at me and stroking my hair and playing with my ear, and resting his hand on my shoulder.

Then, after what seemed like hours, there was the downward pressure on my shoulder and all he said was, "Minimum requirements, you know. Do your duty." My knees buckled and he guided me down onto my knees, and with his hand still resting at the back of my head, he opened up his pants with the other and there was the most beautiful sex thing I had ever laid eyes on. Big, thick.

I did my duty.

My mouth did my duty. I swallowed as much as I could. My pussy did my duty. Bareback.

You website works. Another white wife has met her obligations.

I hope I performed well enough so that he will want me to do my duty next week. I'm already in love with his dick.

--Ally.

Whew. I am still sweating from your E-mail. Women write erotica so much better than men do. ("I took a gulp of beer. I shoved it in. She screamed. It was hot.")

Your performance of your obligation was perfect. I salute you. I want to hear about the second encounter.

Thank you for writing, do stay in touch.

--Michael/Editor.