Tricia Oaks

I must have been out of my mind when I first met my boyfriend - he has the vibe of a hipster or a music store clerk, let's just call him 'loser' for now. For a while now, 'loser' and I have been seeing each other, and his idea of a romantic night is greasy pizza and online gaming. If you were in a relationship with me, wouldn't you desire to be intimate with me constantly? Unfortunately, white men tend to struggle in that department.

So, my solution was to summon over a well-endowed black man with an impressive three feet of manhood. I was on the verge of a breakdown and contemplated getting rid of 'loser'. A girl has her cravings, right? I diligently indulged in pleasing those ebony phalluses as 'loser' remained exiled to a corner, deflating the atmosphere.

The intense entry of their dark lengths into my pale intimacy left my body trembling with excitement, and that was just the beginning! Realizing I had overlooked the joys of interracial relations during the time I spent with my submissive boyfriend left me discontent. Nevertheless, it's time to make up for lost opportunities as I embrace my newfound preference for black males, while 'loser' stays by my side to foot the bills, like a melancholic shadow. Watch as this naive fool meticulously cleans me of the remnants of passionate encounters, wearing a foolish smile from ear to ear.

My thoughts linger on the utter cluelessness of this cuckold partner.