I fell in love with a classmate of mine when I was nine. His daddy is from Ghana and his mom is german and he was very darkskinned. He never knew though, he was more into pcgames and soccer than into girls. Maybe he was just as shy as me and never let me know, because I saw him look at me several times. ;-) Grwoing up I always liked darker guys like arabs or turks or men from jugoslavia. I was very seldomly attracted to fair blonde men. And all the time I could not resist to flirt with or look at black men, I even told my dad that I would only marry a black guy when I was 14. He didnt like it. Right now I teach some inmigrants from westafrica our complicated german language and sometimes its very hard to concentrate on grammar or reading, because some of my students are so attractive and charming. But they are students and even though they are older than me I am a good girl and refuse to go out with one of them.
lol-you guys ready for this...... i grew up in a town of 9000 people. i went to highschool with one black person and he was unattractive. while in highschool i would go out to an 18 and younger club called the box. this club was across the boarder in michigan. that is where i met some black guy....didnt know his name...who could dance like no other....something about him made me wanna...u know smell him...lol. well dating black men didnt exist in my town, family or history....my dad and mom are not racist by far and as a little girl growing up he would talk about his best friend in the army who was black....then in 10th grade my cousin hooked up with a black guy....she got pregnant and he left town.....i never did get to smell a black man.....then. then i graduated and went to college and at the age of 19 met a black man. this is real ghetto but sorry guys.....i met him by him driving up to me in a parking lot and asking for my number.....i gave it to him and a week later fucked the dog shit out of him......he didnt smell like i thought he would...didnt feel like i thought, and had a long ass cock but it wasnt wide....it was bunk.... then about 4 years ago i saw a neighbor guy of mine with his shirt off in his drive way.....instantly i whistled at him and ran off into my crib.....this brother was so fine....oh god ....well i had to walk past his house and get my mail ....he called me on it one day....gave me his number ----i met his wife.....he called we fucked like the world was gonna end....this man made me a believer....well we continued to fuck....many more times....booty calls....mandingo....sweat-wet-oh my..... i met one more after him.........and his wife....fine ass bro also...smelt good...tasted good...fucked me good.... now i am with my man of 2 years.....almost...this man i got lays some mean pipe....and i dont think i will ever date a white man again..... they good people but.....no thanks.....
to see my white ass body layin next to my fine ass dark skin man...is so powerful.... i would like to meet a black firefighter one day..........lol
My brother(26yr old 6'6'' 220lbs.) is a black firefighter. He has dated WW all his life and is currently involved with one. Stays in South Pasadena, CA.
i wouldnt do that to him or my man....but i will find one some day.....he can teach me how to carry his hose.........lolololololol
Yeah, that's usually how it is when WW & BM get it in for the first time. It's almost as if you can literally make mountains move.
fo sho....gee...i still fuck like that now though.....still intense and as good as day one....i like u tony....
And I'll bet that you have never had a problem keeping a man. Hell, even on your worst day you're probably horny as hell. It's that quality alone that has brothas going nuts over WW.
tony-ive never been single. did some cheatin-but never single-lived alone-but never single. just think-dont women reach their peak at 35? gee-what will i be like at that age...? i am almost scared....lmao i wonder why
when I was 16 I joined some free english classes which took place at the city university. The classes were held by american students who volunteered. That was when I first laid eyes on a black man(not counting tv or magazines). I was hypnotized lol...i loved his amazing smile,his white teeth,his muscle definition,the passion in his talk,the strenght in his walk and the kindness in his laugh.
While reading this thread, I kept trying to come up with “the moment” I knew. At first, I thought that “natural progression: based upon my upbringing would be the logical answer. You see, I grew up, during the fifties and sixties in group homes – that were co-ed. As a teenager, we (the boys) would creep around at night and “visit” girls that were receptive to our advances and in collusion with our visits. When I thought about this, I realized that this is kinda natural and is tantamount to the culture of the “incarcerated.” You get what you can get when you can get it. So, I looked elsewhere and thought about how during this same time, being raised in a Salvation Army sponsored institution, I went to a lot of “religious” youth retreats. Most of these kids were either the children of church members or “officers” children. For the most part, the kids at these retreats were mostly white – a handful of black guys and even less black girls. Everyone would dutifully go off to meetings and afterwards dutifully adhere to the calling of their hormones. There was always someone (female) who would be interested in you and they would not hesitate to let you know. So, that is where the physical seed (no pun intended) got planted. Having said that, if I were to think of one single moment or group of moments then the root would be found in a girl named Joy – again, no pun intended. Joy was the sister of my best friend Bill from sixth-grade. We were classmates and also in Scouts together. His father was stationed and quartered at the U.S. Naval Hospital in Philadelphia. Bill had a sister named Joy who was seventeen and a navy brat much like the Ali McGraw character in the film version of Herman Wouk’s “Winds of War.” In the springtime I used to visit and his sister was always out sunning. She was a lithe-long-legged-freckled-face-redhead who was always tanned and always wore a two-piece. Anytime my friend invited me over, I would always say lets sit outside just so that I could get a glimpse of his sister. Anyway, that was the first time that I had any inclination that I was attracted to white girls. At the above-mentioned retreats, I “made-out” with a few and at the group home, “creepin” around, yes, I had sex but I never really had any kind of “love” relationship or went on dates with white girls until I was out of high school – that was 1967 the "Summer of Love" and the rest is history.
I don't know where it began for me maybe when reading the spider-man comics I thought Mary Jane was the model of a perfect woman.
