"With a black man."

You felt depleted. Why would want to fuck a black man? Was the love you shown over the last few years? Did it mean anything? Did it mean nothing? You were preparing to propose to this woman, t your fiery redhead. But you couldn't forget her words.

"Why do you want to fuck another dude? Is our sex life that boring that you want to fuck a stranger." You said feeling mad but not trying to push her to her breaking point as well.

She gives a sad little shrug. "I have been thinking for months about having sex with a black man. Because, yes, our sex life does leave something to desire. I feel like you should let me show you why I need to have a black man. Will you follow me, babe?" Easiness in her sweet voice as if this wasn't a horrid thing happening to you.