“I need love, adoration, connection, and emotional intimacy from my cuck and I also need big black dick to fuck me deep on the regular.”Venus xo
Recently I asked some people if they had any questions for me related to cuckolding relationships and although I received many great questions, one stood out from them all only because I’m so puzzled as to why people keep asking it; the answer seems so obvious to me.
Why don’t you just date a black guy if you like them so much?
Ugh. This one annoys the fuck out of me.
I get it, it seems like a valid question right? I mean yes I do love fucking black guys…REALLY love fucking them. So much that I mean why wouldn’t I want that for the rest of my life right?
Sure if that was all I needed to feel fulfilled in life then fuck yes I would pursue that. But have I been writing about anything else the past 4 years? Anything??? Maybe CUCKOLDING??
Listen, I will say this one loud for the people in the back…. I love BBC, I love cuckolding relationships, and I need BOTH of them to feel happy and fulfilled in my life and I’m willing to bet that means getting what I need from one cuck and at least a hand full of black guys.
I need love, adoration, connection, and emotional intimacy from my cuck and I also need big black dick to fuck me deep on the regular. It’s not difficult to understand. That’s just the way I am wired. This lifestyle, this kind of relationship is what I’m made for. It’s part of me, part of who I am, and what makes me feel comfortable. I can be who I really am. Love me for the slut that I am and give me the freedom to fuck and I will in turn give you my heart for the rest of our lives.
It seems pretty simple to me.
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“The Queen of Spades tattoos are a huge turn on for both cucks and bulls. Cucks feel like it puts them in their place and black bulls love the dedication to them. It’s great.” Venus
One of the things people ask me about a lot is my Queen of Spades tattoos. I have three of them, one on my ankle, one right above my pussy, and one on the back of my neck. For those of you who don’t know, a Queen of Spades tattoo signals to people that I prefer sleeping with black men.
A little over four years ago I first came across the symbol online and a few weeks later, got my first one – it’s the one right above my pussy. People always ask me what the tattoo artist said when I got it done, and honestly it’s not a very exciting story, he didn’t know what it meant so was not a big deal. A few weeks after that I went to Phoenix to see a cuck and while he was in chastity and I was straddled over him he took some beautiful photos – one of my absolute favourite ones is widely shared on the internet now but you can see it in the Venus Vault. It’s so stunning…so symbolic, a piece of art.
About a year later I got the same Queen of Spades tattoo on my ankle, with the name of my late cuck under it. That one obviously has a lot of meaning to me and I don’t talk about that part of my life much.
The most recent one on the back of my neck is of a crown with a ring of spades around it (also in the Venus Vault). Although it’s a Queen of Spades tattoo, it does take some interpreting to understand it. I get asked about that one a lot at work when I wear my hair up and I usually just say something about loving the symbolism of a crown and that’s it.
Countless people have asked me what people say about my ankle tattoo when I’m in public and the answer is they don’t. No one has ever known what it means and said something to me about it. Maybe it’s where I live (no one here seems to know anything about this sort of thing) or maybe people are just too shy I don’t know but it’s not like I hide it. I go to the beach, wear skirts out downtown, and go to the indoor swimming pool and still no one even looks at me like they know what it means. I think far more people in the US know what it means and I’m more likely to get comments about it down there.
Regardless of the lack of comments, the Queen of Spades tattoos are a huge turn on for both cucks and bulls. Cucks feel like it puts them in their place and black bulls love the dedication to them. It’s great. Will I be getting any more QoS tattoos? I don’t think so. Three is enough for me. Will I want one for my cuck? I don’t know. I like the idea but I haven’t seen one I like yet.
Am I worried that one day I might regret my tattoos? No I doubt it. I love them. They are part of who I am and I’m proud of them. I hope I inspire other women to get a Queen of Spades tattoo as well.
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“That feeling is overwhelming for me in the best way possible. It makes me gasp, tilt my head back and just completely forget about anything else happening around me – I’m floating in big dick heaven.”Venus
I’m a size queen. I always have been and always will be. I think I’m just made for larger than average dicks. 9″, 10″ and up…bring it. I can take it.
I understand that not all women are like me. Some prefer a smaller size, some are afraid of bigger dicks because they are terrified of stretching out and being labelled as loose. By the way I don’t understand the whole “tight pussy” thing that men pressure women to be. Honestly I feel like that would be something small-dicked white guys came up with… I mean I take offense if some guy says I have a tight pussy. I will be the first to say I fuck guys with big dicks – why the fuck would I want a tight pussy? I want a pussy that is going to warmly welcome that big dick so he can fuck the shit out of me just the way he wants. Trust me girls, guys with big dicks really don’t want some tight pussy they can’t even squeeze into and it takes them 25 minutes just to warm it up.
I had a preference for larger size for as long as I can remember. I love the feeling of being stretched, feeling full, and him bottoming out on my cervix. That feeling is overwhelming for me in the best way possible. It makes me gasp, tilt my head back and just completely forget about anything else happening around me – I’m floating in big dick heaven. I realize for many women that feeling can be uncomfortable, even painful, but not for me. I crave it, need it, and have to have it. Just have a look at some of my photos in the Venus Vault and you will understand what I mean by big!
If a guy is smaller I’m just not going to have the same sensation. It’s going to be boring as fuck so why bother. But of course when it comes to my cuck, his size is less important to me. I will always be more satisfied by bigger guys; he needs to be a pussy eating champion. Trophies all around for him!
So for all of the women out there who obsess about the tight pussy bullshit, fuck that! Come hang out with me and I will have you being a BBC size queen in no time. Trust me, bigger is sooo much better.
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“In that moment my mind is floating…yet I am thinking of you, my cuck. You’re so far away but right now you are here with me in my heart.” Venus
He is someone I’ve written about before…
I walk outside the airport to see him standing there and I stop for a moment to smile and take him in with my eyes… his beautiful dark skin, his height which towers over me, his immaculately conditioned body, his smooth sexy voice that instantly makes me want him in a way which I cannot control. It’s been so long since we last saw each other. The anticipation has been so intense.
A few steps into the hotel room and I put my things on the counter. I’m saying something about going to have a quick shower, he steps behind me, towers over me, presses against my back, and kisses the back of my neck. Mid-sentence my mind goes blank, I can’t remember what I was saying, I close my eyes and feel his BBC pressing against me, I try to speak but nothing comes out, I can only breathe him in, feel the strength of his arms and I reach back and put my hand on him. I’m his. Entirely his. He says my name and I am his. Right now. My body and my mind belongs to him. In that moment my mind is floating…yet I am thinking of you, my cuck. You’re so far away but right now you are here with me in my heart.
He lays me down on the bed, I’m on my back and he tells me to spread my legs wide. I pull my legs apart and feel the stretch. My wet pussy welcomes him, he loves it. He slides his big black cock deep in my pussy. I gasp. That feeling….fuck. I lose my mind. My head tilts back, my eyes begin to close, I whisper his name. My pussy stretches. I feel him so deep inside me. It’s overwhelming. I am in that moment which I am addicted to….swept away.
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“What makes the difference is a solid level of mutual respect despite fucking me like I’m a slut – he needs to love and respect me and my lifestyle (all of it not just the cuckoldress part) and I have to care about him as one of my closest friends.” Venus
I was talking to a bull who I connected with recently about something that really got me thinking and inspired me to write. What is it that sets apart the good bulls from the really great bulls in this lifestyle?
People ask me all the time what I look for in a bull and I guess for the single cucks it’s just out of curiosity but for the couples I think there’s always this unending search to find a stable of the really great bulls and that’s not an easy task. The really great ones are few and far between.
For me I have a few things that are mandatory on the list like he has to be black (American black guys are my favourite), 9+inches and thick, and fuck like a champion, but what really makes the difference is the sexual chemistry and one more very important factor….I need to love his mind. I’m not alone in wanting that last one on the list. I’ve heard this from many cuckoldresses as well. What makes the difference is a solid level of mutual respect despite fucking me like I’m a slut – he needs to love and respect me and my lifestyle (all of it not just the cuckoldress part) and I have to care about him as one of my closest friends.
Sure sometimes I fuck a few new guys but the ones I keep around are the bulls who I consider to be my friends. I can talk to them about regular everyday things just as easily as getting into the most filthy of conversations about them blackfucking my pretty pussy or about me wanting their big black dick to slide down my throat, making my mascara run down. We can go months without seeing each other and there never be pressure or guilt about it, they know about each other and never have jealousy or possessiveness (actually they love it when I share pics and videos with them), and of course they love and respect how much I want and need cuckolding and BBC in my life.
There’s so much more to it than just physical attributes and liking to fuck and this is why I wish more women in this lifestyle would connect so that we can share our little black book of favourite bulls and therefore help celebrate the value of the really great bulls – they are priceless.
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