Tricia Oaks
I was in a different state when I connected with my quirky boyfriend, who has the look of a cool beatnik or vintage record shop worker. Let's name him 'failure' for now. 'Failure and I have been together for some time, and he thinks a romantic night out is just ordering pizza and playing video games. If I were your partner, wouldn't you desire to make love with me all day, every day? Sorry to say, the pale men have little drive. Suddenly, I decided to invite over a well-endowed black man of three feet, before my breakdown led me to get rid of 'Failure'. A lady has her wants, you get me? I indulged in those black serpents like my existence was on the line while 'Failure' stayed in his place, not to spoil the vibe. My body trembled the instant the first black lengths entered my white core, and that was merely the beginning! The realization hit me hard that I had missed out on mixed-race intimacy during the duration that 'Failure' and I were an item......almost depressing. I'm gearing up to catch up on the lost moments now since I've awakened to becoming a devotee of black male endowment, while I retain 'Failure' for money matters as they persist unchanged...........much to his dignity. Witness how this object clears me from the black seed with a wide grin plastered on his face. This silly man truly acts foolishly.