Marriage with Melinda

They never fought over this, but Travis made it clear that he wasn’t interested in having children. “It was rough for me growing up,” he told her. “Very rough. I think it would be even rougher for our kids, no?”

Melinda understood his point, but she also understood that he might change his mind under the right circumstances…

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As the wedding day approached, Melinda began to have ever more vivid fantasies of conceiving a child with Travis. She dreamed of what it would be like to have Travis’s enormous black cock enter her willing white pussy, pumping in and out of her until his strong seed filled her up. She wanted to feel his semen move through his cock-head right into her body, and commence the process of creating a little one. She wanted to kiss him and hold him at the exact moment his jizz moved into her, the perfect formation of two becoming one.

It occurred to her that this was fated to happen, that destiny had prepared her to be the wife of a gorgeous black man and the mother of cute mixed children. She remembered the childhood crushes she had developed on the black jazz artists on the covers of her dad’s CDs, the times she played with herself as a teenager to the photos of naked chocolate men on the Internet. She wanted to connect to Travis body and soul, to physically tie their destinies together, to link her proud Irish/English/Scottish heritage to his bold black heritage, to sew the threads of America and Australia together.