A confident black coworker who was rumored to be huge (you could see it in tight pants) seduced me at a party once and yes he was as big as the rumors said. I orgasmed in ways I just didn't with my husband or any premarital partners (although sex was never bad with husband)...but with those powerful orgasms it soon became an obsession for me. I can't speak for all black men but this guy had a huge dick and he knows what women want. Drunk with power he didn't earn he didn't respect me and had me crossing lines I wouldn't in my right mind do just for more pleasures with him. It was the most exciting experience of my life, but having me sneaking out of the house at his whims, of course my husband caught me. My dishonesty was hurtful and awful and I still feel terrible about what happened. I cut him out of my life (new job even) and my husband and I have been through therapy and on the surface we're over it but I still think about how good it all felt. I don't know if you can call it addiction but honestly remembering how good it was I still crave having sex with him, his dominant confidence and how sex with him physically and mentally felt.