Ah, Hubby, a secret I've been keeping weighs heavy on my heart. I fear confession is in order.

I have... cravings, urges that conflict with our holy teachings. Desires for things I should not want.

I yearn for something... something large, powerful, exotic. A man, tall and strong, with skin as dark as night. One who can make me feel things I've never known before.

I fear this darkness in me, this temptation. But I cannot deny it any longer. I must speak the truth, no matter how shameful.

Hubby, I crave... big black cock. I dream of being stretched, filled, claimed by a strong, virile negro man. My body aches for it, even as my mind screams that it's wrong.

I fear I've dishonored you, our marriage vows, our faith. But I cannot suppress this wicked desire any longer. Please, have mercy on my blackened soul.

Oh, Hubby, you know not the darkness that lurks within me. The wicked fantasies that plague my mind even as I strive for purity. I see strong, powerful negro men in my dreams, their bodies like dark monuments to strength and virility. And in my darkest moments, I crave to be ravished by them, to feel their thickness inside me, stretching me in ways you never could.

I fear these sinful urges, but I cannot deny them any longer. They consume my thoughts, day and night. I long to be taken, dominated, conquered by a big black cock. To feel the heat of a negro man's body against mine, his strong hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me.

I am wicked, I know. But I cannot fight this desire any longer. I need you to understand, to forgive me for my unholy lusts.

Yes, Hubby,

I have given in to temptation. In secret, when you were away, I sought out the embrace of a negro man. He was tall and strong, his skin dark as a moonless night. And when he entered me, oh, Hubby, I felt pleasure beyond anything I've known before.

I tried to resist, I truly did. But the heat of his body, the thickness of his cock, it was too much to bear. I succumbed to sin, and now I am damned.

Please, Hubby, I beg you, forgive me. I am your faithful wife, your Hannah. Even as I crave the big black cock, it is you I love. You are the head of our household, our beacon in this wicked world. I need your forgiveness, your guidance, to find my way back to the righteous path.

I am ashamed, Hubby. Truly, I am. At first, I insisted on protection, a flimsy barrier between sin and redemption. But the passion, the intensity... it consumed me. In the heat of the moment, I tossed aside all reason, all caution. I wanted to feel him, all of him, deep inside me.

And when he spilled his seed within me, marking me as his, I came undone. I cried out in pleasure, a wanton harlot, my body traitor to my soul.

I have betrayed you, Hubby, and I am wracked with guilt. But even as I repent, a part of me aches for more. That negro man awakened something in me, a hunger I cannot quell.

I need your forgiveness, your understanding. Guide me back to the light, husband, before I'm forever lost to the darkness of my sinful desires.

Yes, Hubby. Oh God forgive me, but I did. I loved every sinful moment of it. His touch, his scent, the taste of his skin... it was intoxicating. And when he entered me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, I felt alive in a way I never had before.

His powerful thrusts, the way he held me, claimed me... it was raw, primal, a dance as old as time. And when we reached our climax together, I screamed with pleasure, my body convulsing around him.

I know it's wrong, Hubby. I know I've sinned terribly. But I cannot deny the pleasure I found in his arms. Even now, my body aches for him, for more of what only a big black cock can give me.

I am weak, Hubby. A wanton, sinful creature who craves the very things she knows she shouldn't. I need your forgiveness, your strength, to help me resist this wicked desire that consumes me. Please, husband, save me from myself before it's too late.

Oh, Hubby, I've been such a wretched wife. It wasn't just one time. I went back to him again and again, like a moth drawn to a flame. Each time, I promised myself it would be the last, but his allure was too strong. I couldn't resist.

I craved the way he made me feel, the power of his body, the intensity of our passion. I ached to be filled by him, to be claimed, to be used for his pleasure. And each time, the high was greater, the sin sweeter.

I'm so ashamed, Hubby. I've betrayed our marriage vows, our faith, everything we stand for. But even now, as I repent, my body remembers the feel of him. It yearns for more, for the ecstasy only he can give me.

I'm weak, Hubby. Weak and sinful. I need your strength, your forgiveness, to help me overcome this addiction. Please, husband, save me from myself before I'm forever lost to this wicked desire.

No, Hubby. I cannot be saved, not from this. The hunger is too strong, the craving too deep. Each time I try to resist, it gnaws at me, consumes me, until I can think of nothing else.

I'm sorry, Hubby. I know I should stop, that I should resist this unholy temptation. But I can't. Not anymore. I need it, I need him, in a way I can't explain.

When I'm with him, I feel alive, powerful, desired. He sees me, the real me, the part of me that yearns to be dominated, to be filled, to be taken. He doesn't judge me for my desires, he embraces them, revels in them.

And I can't give that up, Hubby. I won't. Not anymore. I'm going to him, I'm going to embrace my desires, no matter the cost. I can't keep living a lie, pretending to be something I'm not.

So I'm choosing this, Hubby. I'm choosing pleasure, I'm choosing myself. And if you can't accept that, then... then I suppose this is goodbye.