The Case for Cuckolding

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I think the thing I love most about cuckolding is watching a man, far more masculine than myself, just absolutely ravage the woman I love. Just imagine, a woman's ephemeral beauty, so delicate that she would wilt in the sun. I would like nothing more than to watch that idyllic woman get violently fucked by an unfathomably brutish, beast of a man. I think the only man who could possibly fit such a description would be an Black man, preferably drunk. I can imagine her lilting cries, muffled as he holds her face to the sheets while he pushed his massive black cock deeper and deeper into her. His dark skin would press up against her soft, unspoiled powdery white skin. They would contrast each other perfectly: his savagery, masculinity, and strength juxtaposed to her girlish innocence. Black and white, male and female, yin and Yang. They would be in perfect balance.

This is something that I, as a white man, am incapable of achieving. Cuckolding is a beautiful art that force two polar opposites together, and makes them create something special. I may not be able to partake in said spectacle, however, I can observe and appreciate the act. For the opportunity to witness such an enchanting occurrence, I am truly blessed.