Name: Anonymous 2020-04-29 17:11
Ever since I was a little girl, no, a little fetus, I’ve liked BLACK men. While my mom was pregnant, she would play hip hop music, usually some migos (she’s a common whore), and the rattling trap hi hats resonated with me on a spiritual level, undoubtedly making my amniotic sac even wetter. I grew up in a very white neighbourhood, and the prospect of meeting a BLACK man consumed my thoughts. My first words were “daddy” - my biological father tells me this was in reference to him, but only I know the truth that I was craving for a well endowed (BLACK) pimp. Soon, the idea of being dominated by a throbbing chocolate cock consumed my every thought. When I was 17, my family went on a trip to cali. They wanted to go to the rich WHITE areas of LA (racist pigs), but on the way we had to stop at a petrol station in Compton. At the station there were mainly Latinos (sorry not interested lol) but finally I got to seek the man I’d been hoping for- a burly man, one where I could see his hung BLACK donkey dick behind his shorts. I couldn’t help but salivating at the magnificence of the spectacle. My parents took me away, and told me it’s creepy to stare like that, but they just couldn’t handle the thought of their ‘precious’ daughter being in an interracial relationship. It’s like, it ain’t my fault white men ain’t got no dick game (that’s my attempt at Ebonics). We had a big fight over this, and eventually I got kicked out. They said that my fetishisation and sexualisation of BLACK men exclusively was scary and borderline racist. Stupid white people I don’t need them. Skip 4 years and I’m currently living my best life with my BLACK daddy, he shares me with all of his clientele, and makes sure to give this kitty a good stretching when I’m being naughty.