WE WON'T REALLY DO IT . . . OR WILL WE?
I must admit that I've had some pretty twisted fantasies myself. We all do. It's a normal human thing. However, I tend to fantasize about a lot of things that I COULD actually potentially do. I'm a "non-fiction oriented" person if you will. I'm not one to just dream my life away. I like . . . no I need . . . to experience. So, where am I going with this? OK, let me tell you.
I had this girlfriend see. She was an attractive white woman from Canada. She kind of reminded me of Catherine Zeta-Jones, only my girl had a bigger, phatter, nice round bum like the black man loves and her hair, although long like Catherine's, had more curl to it: http://www.google.com/search?q=catherine+zeta+jones&hl=en&prmd=imvnsol&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=bsAAT_TiEqfv0gGB19C6Ag&sqi=2&ved=0CEwQsAQ&biw=1262&bih=598. We first met online and communicated that way for several months, then we met up in person.
Folks, we had bareback sex the first night we met . . . I buggered her deep in her arsehole too . . . I was trying to get her to slow down, but she would not. I had booked a hotel, but she practically begged me not to leave her and to bed her down and make love to her that very first night, including fucking her in her butt (she was the one who asked for that . . . and I was happy to oblige!). Our relationship started out real sexual and continued on that way. But . . . we also began to fall deeply in love . . . and began sharing some of our deepest, darkest secrets.
So one night we were relaxing . . . doing some pillow talk . . . and sharing those dark secrets with each other. Now my girl, she had some big, white, milk-producing jugs for a chest. I told her that I had never really cared about a woman's tits until I met her . . . that I loved her big white tits (she was so white you could spot blue veins in her skin!) . . . and that made her feel good. I went on . . . I said that I dreamed about the day when she was pregnant with a black baby boy . . . MY black baby boy . . . and how proud I would be to see my son suckling at his white mommy's boobies . . . learning from his very first days of life on this earth from whence to gain his physiological satisfaction and sustenance . . . from the white woman.
My girl didn't say anything to this. Not one mumbling word. Absolutely no reaction whatsoever. And I was just dying to know how she had taken what I had told her! But I let it pass. We just kind of went on . . . talking about other things. But then the next time I saw her she . . . she . . . she . . . she told me that she had been secretly moved emotionally . . . that she had been insanely turned on by what I had said to her . . . she said that SHE herself had gotten so, so, SO hot and bothered by MY fantasy . . . the thought of my black baby boy suckling at HER white breasts! And lemme tell you . . . some DAYUM good chocolate 'n vanilla fuckin' went down at her house that night! LOL!
Now that I knew that she had not been offended by what I said (to the contrary!), I went on to tell her even more. I told my girl that if we decided to have more than one child together, then what a turn on for me it would be at the dinner table to realize that EVERYBODY in the house sitting there had at one time or another been just a suckin' away on momma's milk bottles, including the absolute biggest baby of them all who would undoubtedly suck on them the longest . . . and that would be me . . . DADDY-O . . . the one and only TND! LOL! Now THAT turned her on too . . . she was like, "You can fuck me for the rest of your life!" Hahaha!
And then I had other fantasies I would share with her. Like how I would like to go with her to visit her family for dinner. And then, after having filled my belly up on the white man's food and drink, leanin' waaayyyyyy back in my chair and pickin' at my teeth with a toothpick and saying, "Ya know Mr. A . . . I really, really, really sho' do love that white girl daughter of yours. That's some sweet, sweet, SWWWWEET white pussy! Oh and lemme tell ya about your daughter's soft white asshole too!" HAHAHA! My girl . . . she just laughed hysterically and said her dad would probably just politely excuse himself from the table and go find his shotgun . . . so he could come back and shoot my black ass!!! LOL! We both agreed that was one better left to pure fantasy in the head :-X
Epilogue: So, whatever happened to me and my girl? Well, she loved me . . . and I loved her too . . . but it ultimately ended. And definitely not because of her, but because of me. In so, so many ways we were like soul mates. It was eery how we would both express ourselves in exactly the same way about all kinds of things. I'm talking with the exact same words and sentences in the same exact word order . . . 100% all the way. We were both amazed that we would often even finish each other's sentences . . . quite amazing for not sharing the same brain! But at the same time, there were other things going on in both of our lives at the time that made me conclude that I could not marry her. So, I ended it. And I hurt her deeply. We made up some what and got back onto speaking terms. She told me she had gone to the train tracks not far from her house . . . and had stood there screaming at the top of her lungs as the train roared by so that nobody else could hear her pain. Today we are not in contact. But obviously as you can tell, I think of her often. I wonder where she is and how she's doing . . . and I wonder if she ever thinks about me still. In another time and place, we would have been husband and wife. Oh well, the story of my life when it comes to love . . . always in the right places . . . but at the wrong times :-\
Sorry if I offend, but I always tells it EXACTLY how I sees it,
TND