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so...
i'm certainly not complaining, 'cause i'm actually pretty happy about it, but you've kinda fuk'd things up for me.
YAY!!!
i mean, i used to go out at every opportunity i had & A: whore; B: hit the book store; or C: just roam the streets in general.
but being with you was just so fukin' wonderful that i've pretty much lost interest in doing all that. it just seems so dirty & cheap & doesn't mean the same things it did to me before. it had been about meeting people and having a chance to interact with them as gyrl. now... i've met you... our brief encounter filled me up with so many... satisfying... oh... fukin' GREAT things... memories... pictures... feelings... images that live in my feelings remembered... images that live remembered and quench my ravaged, embattled soul...
thank you.
i know that it's just a matter of time until i'm besieged by stupid fuk sht crap and once again crave the danger but still...
thank you.
actually, the most dangerous of options A, B or C is definitely C. just wandering about in some random, miscellaneous neighborhood has proven to be the most risky of all nocturnal endeavors. even in a seemingly safe situation, location, whatever... that's where the random and unpredictable lies in wait...
like the freaky, substance soaked, regular citizen who's on the wrong edge of sanity, who just moments before crossed the line from controlled to beyond reason, who could easily compartmentalize, justify, soon disremember... v******e against someone "morally incompatible" to his "beliefs..."
meaning someone like me.
or the gang members outside their "turf..." prowling an un-patroled "safe" part of the city just looking for an opportunity to practice their "one guy distracts" (at a safe distance, of course) while "3-5 guys sneak attack" (fukin' cowards) techniques... as if anything those instinct-driven a****ls do can be honored by the term "practice".
(btw... i hope this explains the impact baton i was carrying when we met. for me, to show up w/it not in its holster, was a tremendous display of trust:) anyways...
there are many such variations and by definition, they are evil. for evil is greatly defined by: something that is rightly "proper" by definition in it's own domain which "improperly" attempts to define itself through action in a domaine it has no right to be in.
in whoring, everyone knows the situation and assumes the risks and the more experience one has, the better one is prepared to deal with those risks. a book store lies between A & C though basically, it's hard to fool yourself or anyone else about what you may or may not be up to when you're in a fukin' porn shop. that said...
i went to the book store last night.
i had gotten back in the saddle after the makeup melt down i'd written you about & as you may have gathered from another message i forwarded to you, i've been a devoted CoverGirl user for some time.
(as a funny aside, if you troll the reviews on CoverGirl's site, you'll see my contributions:)
but after makeup-melt-down, i knew that i was reaching the limits of what CoverGirl can do for a "gYrl" like me:(
so as you may have surmised by the aforementioned forwarded message... i ran to MAC.
and they were FANTASTIC!!! i told them right up front that i was gyrl & needed their help in selecting products & shades for my needs & they answered ALL my questions and always came back w/ideas & product types i'd never considered & when it was all over i thanked them profusely & placed a big fukin' order. i CAN'T FUKIN' WAIT to get my paws on that sht!!!
i know that this all signifies the end of an era for me so i got out the CG one more time, and using all the techniques i'd ever gleaned from my past experience & recent research... i put my "classic roxxanna" makeup on & swung my ass over to the book store. i'd also dressed "classic roxxanna": doc marten's high heeled combat boots, lip service dagger-skull thigh high socks, lip service beyond the thunderdome mini skirt, rachel's boutique corset, capezio cropped frontline hoodie... black dragon "black" tattoo artist's gloves...
& as i stomp stomp-stomped my exposed ass to the book store, i immediately came to the attention of a couple of black guys hanging out by the front door.
"heyyyyy baby! what's up?"
"fukin' nothing!"
"yeah... it's slowwww out tonight!"
"sure as fuk is." and with that, i was standing right in front of, and six inches taller than, the one asking the questions with my zippo lit. i'd noticed his unlit smoke from down the block. smoothly & like it was his right, he accepted the light.
"thanks baby."
"mmm hmm..." i was already lighting myself a Parliament.
he was fukin' cute... and acting very natural around me. most bois take their distance and start in right away w/the questions like: "you dress like this often" or "do you like girls too" or "how long you been doing this" and then state something about how they're cool w/it until they pop their eyes all wide as i bend at the waist to show them my ass & flick my spent smoke to the other side of the street.
indeed, the other guy was totally keeping his distance. he was also keeping off the questions, since his friend, associate or whatever was acting cool about me. that said... i could feel the hunger of his eyes on my ass as i bent to flick my cigarette away.
eventually, they both mumbled something more about how slow it had been that night & how they hadn't been able to make any money. i lied & told them that i hadn't been able to either... a lie because i hadn't attempted the whoring... though i usually do get some whoring in before sauntering over to the book store... but the conversation was dull, so i excused myself & sauntered into the store. the cute guy looked positively shocked that i was walking away from him.
inside the store, it was all the more dull with one white guy as uncomfortable as hell to be there and a girl & a guy behind the counter. i knew the girl & she right away told the guy, who was new, that i was alright. i bought a coupon & stuffed a five into the tip jar... back at the front door & across the store floor, a third black guy had entered and was starting to argue with the clerks about the fact that he couldn't bring his bike into the shop. i offered to watch it for him. he dismissively told me "i don't know you" and shot me a hostile look. i looked right past him like i'd forgotten he even existed & then turned to take a tour of the booths where it was just fukin' dull's-ville w/uncomfortable white guy barely even able to look at me, let alone start a conversation, so i started to get my ass the fuk out of there... it was obviously time for me to just take a slow stroll back to my car & call it a night...
on my way out, i literally almost stomped right over the cute black guy. he mumbled something. i didn't understand a single thing that barely made it out of his gorgeous lips. he mumbled again w/a little more volume. something about a ride...
"oh, you've got a ride? great!" i smiled, and started to get myself around him & out for the door. what a stupid night! he finally spoke & then i got it: he wanted to go for a ride. he'd meet me at my car in ten minutes. for fuk's sake... i'd fukin' done him before and hadn't even recognized him!
the good news was that he wanted to meet me in ten so that the other guys wouldn't catch on to him hooking up w/me.
hallelujah! plenty of time for me to get to my car & get the fuk out of there!!
my mistake was stopping to say goodbye to the girl clerk. by the time i had and gotten myself out the door, cute boi was already 25 yards ahead of me & on his way to where i usually park... bois... never do what they fukin' say they're gonna do... so i just decided that i'd do it & headed off in a rather fast, full-legged ass swagger to put the uncomfortable pressure on him... the pressure that i might overtake him & he'd be "seen..." he immediately speeded up. (giggle...)
"HEY!" the voice was from behind me. it was the guy with the bike yelling at me from the front door of the store.
"byyyeyyye!!" i purred from already half way down the block.
"Get! Back! Here!" he barked a little softer... in a way like i was the stupid fukin' dog & not him.
"goin' home!" i said w/a smile... before looking back at him from the corner of the block... just before i was about to turn out of sight... he was standing there w/his fists on his hips like i was disobeying the proper order of things. i turned my focus to directly in front of myself before turning the block... keeping to the outside edge of the curb... never turn a corner unaware or unprepared at night.
ahead of me, cute boi was keeping his 25 yard distance on his determined course to my car.
my car sits low at a curb. i bent over at the waist to unlock the door and open it for him.
"mmmm baby... that's looking even better.... damn! you're SHOWIN" the ass tonight!"
i held the door for him & told him:
"get it in there."
he got in, readjusted his seat, leaned it back... basically, very quickly & smoothly got everything ready for his cock's convenience. i got in, fired up my car & off we went.
"yeah... you showin' ALL that ass tonight!"
"been working out. i'm feeling confident." a lie. i always have my ass out though i HAD been working out and it DID look particularly good that night. then i told him... "i've met a gurl."
"really!" he was already loosening his belt.
"she's fukin' hott."
"really!!" he looked at me. i'd actually got his attention.
"yep. fukin' beautiful. the finest fukin' thing i've ever put my lips on. if i ever get to see her again. i wanna be at my best."
we were driving along the beach. i was heading for the places to park where he felt comfortable.
"she's THAT fine!?!"
"totally and completely."
"you gonna see her again?" he actually turned to get a better look at me. usually bois don't want to look too close at the gyrl who's gonna do them. some just can't admit that they're gonna get it... that they fukin' want it... that it turns them on & that they're gonna get it like only a gyrl w/a cock can give it to them.
"don't know." i turned from the beach to an unlit part of the city. "but if i do, i'm gonna be fukin' ready."
"so..." he paused... i glanced over at him... "you like it both ways? boys & girls"
i smiled & turned back to the road. "i'm over the fish girls. i like gyrls like me..." thank God we were almost at the spot he likes.
"oh! she's..."
"yep... like me..."
obviously, he hadn't heard the "u" when i said i'd met a "gUrl".
i pulled over, hit the lights and took off my seat belt. i'd purposely paid no attention to his cock for the whole ride. i reached for it now. of course, he'd already had it out for sometime... wondering how i could keep my hands off it.
"there it is, baby, take it..."
& i did, cupping it fully & softly in my grip. taking the whole thing in my hand from right at the base... and squeezing it up so that it stretched its length... rising up all soft, but firm... and growing in my hand...
"is that a condom?" he looked down at his growing cock in my hand... his nice, clean, deep chocolate, cut cock growing in my firm, strong hand...
"nope... that's a glove baby..." the condom would come later... from the tip of my teeth... rolled all the way down his shaft... all the way down to his strong musky base... but only when i felt ready to start... to start sucking his cock by relaxing my throat & sticking out my tongue like a good gyrl and taking that cock all the way down my throat to his balls on the first suk.
so i played w/his cock... squeezed his cock... worked his cock... firmly, purposely, w/my strong, flexing hand... pumping his cock hard & full with his blood like only someone who's got a cock can do... then it came... those first words...
"you like that black dick?"
it's one of the reasons i hadn't started working his cock while we were driving...
"you like that big black dick?"
sitting back in the seat like that... with his eyes closed... enjoying the kind of cock handling that only a fellow owner can give, he hadn't noticed the condom coming out of its wrapper & getting into position in my mouth.
"tell me you want that big black dick..."
down i went... all the way to the balls.
"Oh my GOD!! Baby!!" bois love that sht... just like they love to hear about how great their cock is. so why the fuk not? i give it to them.
"mmmm.... i love that big black dick baby...." i spoke into the swollen head of his cock... my lips all wett & all over the pulsing head of his throbbing glans as i squeezed it like a microphone that i'd let no one take away from me no matter what. "gimme that big black cock..." then i swallowed it all again... to the balls.
"Damn Baby!!" is head rolled back. "you DO want that big black dick!"
"give it to me baby... i need it..." a lie... i needed my gurl in my arms... so i worked that cock... and thought about you.
actually, it wasn't difficult at all to deep-throat his cock. it wasn't THAT big... i mean, it's a nice cock... strong... curved... curves up like a saber... solid base but not too thick... a big, cut, soft stretching head, all spongy and delicious to play with and a beautiful, delicious, deep-chocolate glistening brown color but really...
you're bigger... yours is prettier.... yours smells better.
i had wrapped my thigh high socks w/the thigh highs stockings i'd worn when we were together & as i listened to him tell me all about the glories of his "big black dick..." i could still smell our sexx... so i greedily relived the moments we'd had together as i mercilessly worked his tool and blew his chocolate saber like no ordinary fish girl could. he didn't last for five minutes...
& for all his talk about the "amazing nut" he'd blow out of his "big black dick..." he didn't blow a third of the amount i'd shot onto your right areola only two weeks ago... & i'm on the andro-blockers... & as you well know... they make your cock act different...
& when i'd finally dropped him off & checked my la perla thong, i saw just how differently i react to the thought of you as opposed to anyone else in my experience...
i was wetter than a perfectly ripe peach unexpectedly sat upon on a steamy summer day in Georgia.
i don't know why black bois always feel the need to go on & on & on about the color and size of their cocks... i think it takes away from their beauty...
but was it REALLY all about the "big black dick?"
of course not...
it was all about you:)
xxx... o!
your gyrl
p.s... you may or may not know just how suking cock can melt off the makeup... & though my lipstick & eye shadow had all run away down that boi's crotch... my CoverGirl 3 in 1 Outlast Foundation in "Classic Tan" had not budged an iota! thank you CoverGirl!!
i'm certainly not complaining, 'cause i'm actually pretty happy about it, but you've kinda fuk'd things up for me.
YAY!!!
i mean, i used to go out at every opportunity i had & A: whore; B: hit the book store; or C: just roam the streets in general.
but being with you was just so fukin' wonderful that i've pretty much lost interest in doing all that. it just seems so dirty & cheap & doesn't mean the same things it did to me before. it had been about meeting people and having a chance to interact with them as gyrl. now... i've met you... our brief encounter filled me up with so many... satisfying... oh... fukin' GREAT things... memories... pictures... feelings... images that live in my feelings remembered... images that live remembered and quench my ravaged, embattled soul...
thank you.
i know that it's just a matter of time until i'm besieged by stupid fuk sht crap and once again crave the danger but still...
thank you.
actually, the most dangerous of options A, B or C is definitely C. just wandering about in some random, miscellaneous neighborhood has proven to be the most risky of all nocturnal endeavors. even in a seemingly safe situation, location, whatever... that's where the random and unpredictable lies in wait...
like the freaky, substance soaked, regular citizen who's on the wrong edge of sanity, who just moments before crossed the line from controlled to beyond reason, who could easily compartmentalize, justify, soon disremember... v******e against someone "morally incompatible" to his "beliefs..."
meaning someone like me.
or the gang members outside their "turf..." prowling an un-patroled "safe" part of the city just looking for an opportunity to practice their "one guy distracts" (at a safe distance, of course) while "3-5 guys sneak attack" (fukin' cowards) techniques... as if anything those instinct-driven a****ls do can be honored by the term "practice".
(btw... i hope this explains the impact baton i was carrying when we met. for me, to show up w/it not in its holster, was a tremendous display of trust:) anyways...
there are many such variations and by definition, they are evil. for evil is greatly defined by: something that is rightly "proper" by definition in it's own domain which "improperly" attempts to define itself through action in a domaine it has no right to be in.
in whoring, everyone knows the situation and assumes the risks and the more experience one has, the better one is prepared to deal with those risks. a book store lies between A & C though basically, it's hard to fool yourself or anyone else about what you may or may not be up to when you're in a fukin' porn shop. that said...
i went to the book store last night.
i had gotten back in the saddle after the makeup melt down i'd written you about & as you may have gathered from another message i forwarded to you, i've been a devoted CoverGirl user for some time.
(as a funny aside, if you troll the reviews on CoverGirl's site, you'll see my contributions:)
but after makeup-melt-down, i knew that i was reaching the limits of what CoverGirl can do for a "gYrl" like me:(
so as you may have surmised by the aforementioned forwarded message... i ran to MAC.
and they were FANTASTIC!!! i told them right up front that i was gyrl & needed their help in selecting products & shades for my needs & they answered ALL my questions and always came back w/ideas & product types i'd never considered & when it was all over i thanked them profusely & placed a big fukin' order. i CAN'T FUKIN' WAIT to get my paws on that sht!!!
i know that this all signifies the end of an era for me so i got out the CG one more time, and using all the techniques i'd ever gleaned from my past experience & recent research... i put my "classic roxxanna" makeup on & swung my ass over to the book store. i'd also dressed "classic roxxanna": doc marten's high heeled combat boots, lip service dagger-skull thigh high socks, lip service beyond the thunderdome mini skirt, rachel's boutique corset, capezio cropped frontline hoodie... black dragon "black" tattoo artist's gloves...
& as i stomp stomp-stomped my exposed ass to the book store, i immediately came to the attention of a couple of black guys hanging out by the front door.
"heyyyyy baby! what's up?"
"fukin' nothing!"
"yeah... it's slowwww out tonight!"
"sure as fuk is." and with that, i was standing right in front of, and six inches taller than, the one asking the questions with my zippo lit. i'd noticed his unlit smoke from down the block. smoothly & like it was his right, he accepted the light.
"thanks baby."
"mmm hmm..." i was already lighting myself a Parliament.
he was fukin' cute... and acting very natural around me. most bois take their distance and start in right away w/the questions like: "you dress like this often" or "do you like girls too" or "how long you been doing this" and then state something about how they're cool w/it until they pop their eyes all wide as i bend at the waist to show them my ass & flick my spent smoke to the other side of the street.
indeed, the other guy was totally keeping his distance. he was also keeping off the questions, since his friend, associate or whatever was acting cool about me. that said... i could feel the hunger of his eyes on my ass as i bent to flick my cigarette away.
eventually, they both mumbled something more about how slow it had been that night & how they hadn't been able to make any money. i lied & told them that i hadn't been able to either... a lie because i hadn't attempted the whoring... though i usually do get some whoring in before sauntering over to the book store... but the conversation was dull, so i excused myself & sauntered into the store. the cute guy looked positively shocked that i was walking away from him.
inside the store, it was all the more dull with one white guy as uncomfortable as hell to be there and a girl & a guy behind the counter. i knew the girl & she right away told the guy, who was new, that i was alright. i bought a coupon & stuffed a five into the tip jar... back at the front door & across the store floor, a third black guy had entered and was starting to argue with the clerks about the fact that he couldn't bring his bike into the shop. i offered to watch it for him. he dismissively told me "i don't know you" and shot me a hostile look. i looked right past him like i'd forgotten he even existed & then turned to take a tour of the booths where it was just fukin' dull's-ville w/uncomfortable white guy barely even able to look at me, let alone start a conversation, so i started to get my ass the fuk out of there... it was obviously time for me to just take a slow stroll back to my car & call it a night...
on my way out, i literally almost stomped right over the cute black guy. he mumbled something. i didn't understand a single thing that barely made it out of his gorgeous lips. he mumbled again w/a little more volume. something about a ride...
"oh, you've got a ride? great!" i smiled, and started to get myself around him & out for the door. what a stupid night! he finally spoke & then i got it: he wanted to go for a ride. he'd meet me at my car in ten minutes. for fuk's sake... i'd fukin' done him before and hadn't even recognized him!
the good news was that he wanted to meet me in ten so that the other guys wouldn't catch on to him hooking up w/me.
hallelujah! plenty of time for me to get to my car & get the fuk out of there!!
my mistake was stopping to say goodbye to the girl clerk. by the time i had and gotten myself out the door, cute boi was already 25 yards ahead of me & on his way to where i usually park... bois... never do what they fukin' say they're gonna do... so i just decided that i'd do it & headed off in a rather fast, full-legged ass swagger to put the uncomfortable pressure on him... the pressure that i might overtake him & he'd be "seen..." he immediately speeded up. (giggle...)
"HEY!" the voice was from behind me. it was the guy with the bike yelling at me from the front door of the store.
"byyyeyyye!!" i purred from already half way down the block.
"Get! Back! Here!" he barked a little softer... in a way like i was the stupid fukin' dog & not him.
"goin' home!" i said w/a smile... before looking back at him from the corner of the block... just before i was about to turn out of sight... he was standing there w/his fists on his hips like i was disobeying the proper order of things. i turned my focus to directly in front of myself before turning the block... keeping to the outside edge of the curb... never turn a corner unaware or unprepared at night.
ahead of me, cute boi was keeping his 25 yard distance on his determined course to my car.
my car sits low at a curb. i bent over at the waist to unlock the door and open it for him.
"mmmm baby... that's looking even better.... damn! you're SHOWIN" the ass tonight!"
i held the door for him & told him:
"get it in there."
he got in, readjusted his seat, leaned it back... basically, very quickly & smoothly got everything ready for his cock's convenience. i got in, fired up my car & off we went.
"yeah... you showin' ALL that ass tonight!"
"been working out. i'm feeling confident." a lie. i always have my ass out though i HAD been working out and it DID look particularly good that night. then i told him... "i've met a gurl."
"really!" he was already loosening his belt.
"she's fukin' hott."
"really!!" he looked at me. i'd actually got his attention.
"yep. fukin' beautiful. the finest fukin' thing i've ever put my lips on. if i ever get to see her again. i wanna be at my best."
we were driving along the beach. i was heading for the places to park where he felt comfortable.
"she's THAT fine!?!"
"totally and completely."
"you gonna see her again?" he actually turned to get a better look at me. usually bois don't want to look too close at the gyrl who's gonna do them. some just can't admit that they're gonna get it... that they fukin' want it... that it turns them on & that they're gonna get it like only a gyrl w/a cock can give it to them.
"don't know." i turned from the beach to an unlit part of the city. "but if i do, i'm gonna be fukin' ready."
"so..." he paused... i glanced over at him... "you like it both ways? boys & girls"
i smiled & turned back to the road. "i'm over the fish girls. i like gyrls like me..." thank God we were almost at the spot he likes.
"oh! she's..."
"yep... like me..."
obviously, he hadn't heard the "u" when i said i'd met a "gUrl".
i pulled over, hit the lights and took off my seat belt. i'd purposely paid no attention to his cock for the whole ride. i reached for it now. of course, he'd already had it out for sometime... wondering how i could keep my hands off it.
"there it is, baby, take it..."
& i did, cupping it fully & softly in my grip. taking the whole thing in my hand from right at the base... and squeezing it up so that it stretched its length... rising up all soft, but firm... and growing in my hand...
"is that a condom?" he looked down at his growing cock in my hand... his nice, clean, deep chocolate, cut cock growing in my firm, strong hand...
"nope... that's a glove baby..." the condom would come later... from the tip of my teeth... rolled all the way down his shaft... all the way down to his strong musky base... but only when i felt ready to start... to start sucking his cock by relaxing my throat & sticking out my tongue like a good gyrl and taking that cock all the way down my throat to his balls on the first suk.
so i played w/his cock... squeezed his cock... worked his cock... firmly, purposely, w/my strong, flexing hand... pumping his cock hard & full with his blood like only someone who's got a cock can do... then it came... those first words...
"you like that black dick?"
it's one of the reasons i hadn't started working his cock while we were driving...
"you like that big black dick?"
sitting back in the seat like that... with his eyes closed... enjoying the kind of cock handling that only a fellow owner can give, he hadn't noticed the condom coming out of its wrapper & getting into position in my mouth.
"tell me you want that big black dick..."
down i went... all the way to the balls.
"Oh my GOD!! Baby!!" bois love that sht... just like they love to hear about how great their cock is. so why the fuk not? i give it to them.
"mmmm.... i love that big black dick baby...." i spoke into the swollen head of his cock... my lips all wett & all over the pulsing head of his throbbing glans as i squeezed it like a microphone that i'd let no one take away from me no matter what. "gimme that big black cock..." then i swallowed it all again... to the balls.
"Damn Baby!!" is head rolled back. "you DO want that big black dick!"
"give it to me baby... i need it..." a lie... i needed my gurl in my arms... so i worked that cock... and thought about you.
actually, it wasn't difficult at all to deep-throat his cock. it wasn't THAT big... i mean, it's a nice cock... strong... curved... curves up like a saber... solid base but not too thick... a big, cut, soft stretching head, all spongy and delicious to play with and a beautiful, delicious, deep-chocolate glistening brown color but really...
you're bigger... yours is prettier.... yours smells better.
i had wrapped my thigh high socks w/the thigh highs stockings i'd worn when we were together & as i listened to him tell me all about the glories of his "big black dick..." i could still smell our sexx... so i greedily relived the moments we'd had together as i mercilessly worked his tool and blew his chocolate saber like no ordinary fish girl could. he didn't last for five minutes...
& for all his talk about the "amazing nut" he'd blow out of his "big black dick..." he didn't blow a third of the amount i'd shot onto your right areola only two weeks ago... & i'm on the andro-blockers... & as you well know... they make your cock act different...
& when i'd finally dropped him off & checked my la perla thong, i saw just how differently i react to the thought of you as opposed to anyone else in my experience...
i was wetter than a perfectly ripe peach unexpectedly sat upon on a steamy summer day in Georgia.
i don't know why black bois always feel the need to go on & on & on about the color and size of their cocks... i think it takes away from their beauty...
but was it REALLY all about the "big black dick?"
of course not...
it was all about you:)
xxx... o!
your gyrl
p.s... you may or may not know just how suking cock can melt off the makeup... & though my lipstick & eye shadow had all run away down that boi's crotch... my CoverGirl 3 in 1 Outlast Foundation in "Classic Tan" had not budged an iota! thank you CoverGirl!!
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