Or If Your Eyes Went To Her Was It Because You Were Wondering What It Would Be Like If You Were Her?

Yes

That should be a religious mantra.

You know why!

They aren’t psychic.  They can’t read your soul.  You are the one who knows who you really are.  Be her, no matter who says otherwise.

Isn't that long hair, flawless make-up, slender body, cute butt, short skirt, and knee high boots to die for. And yes, I know my saying that is as girly as it gets. Ummm... But not really. What is even more girly is my wish that I could be a black version of her.

A long, fat, steel hard, white cock pulsing a heavy load deep inside is the dream of every black bitch and black sissy bitch.

I wish my earlier girlfriends understood that.

“And besides… she’s not always dressed.”

I know that people see me as a perverted freak. By the most conservative standards, it is true. I am very oral oriented, have very few inhibitions, and very little I do is politically correct. I believe we should all be what we are. To be anything else is to lose ourselves to the wills of others in order to try to fit in to whatever mold they choose for us. To be other than what we are is to be unhappy.

She was always a lesbian and I was always her girl. Now we can finally be ourselves.

At least once.

Yes!