During most of college, I explored my fantasies with black men. I wasn’t interested in dating. I was interested in having fun. I had my share of fun in college going from man to man. I kept dropping my panties and spreading my legs for black men. I met my future husband, “Tom,” who is a white guy, towards the end of my junior year. I knew Tom had a crush on me. He asked me out many times, and I turned him down. He was cut...

During my sophomore year in college, I had sex with my first black guy. He was only the second person I had been with up to that point. The first week with my new friend with benefits was intense; we had sex four times, and each encounter was exhilarating. However, the main downside to our fucking was the loss of a study partner; our meetings no longer involved studying but instead were focused on him penetrating me. He n...

At the beginning of my sophomore year of college, I began to realize that it wouldn't work out with my boyfriend. We just didn't mesh well together, and the sex wasn't that great. He was my first. The sex with him usually only lasted a minute or two. In college, I began to realize and accept that I found black men attractive. The urge to seek out a romantic encounter with black men became more intense over time. I broke u...