For the longest time, I've had this fantasy. A fetish, if you will. It all went back to my days as a college freshman, when I fell in love with a handsome black football player named Luke. We were a perfect match, but for some reason, I held back. Soon, I became something of a plaything because I wouldn't quite go all the way.
In the end, it was okay, because I met my future husband toward the end of the year and fell in love once more. This time, though, it was forever. Over the years, though, I did wonder what would have happened, if I'd only taken that final step. What would it have been like to have made passionate love with a black man? It grew into something of an obsession... One that would remain unrequited. I couldn't risk getting pregnant with a black man's baby...
So, imagine my surprise when I see a handsome black doctor, the spitting image of my long-ago love, Luke! And he tells me that I'm pregnant!! Now, all those feelings come rushing back. I love my husband, but one rarely gets second chances. If only I can be bold enough to grab, uh, this one!!!