White man and his jealousy problem?



Three _ white _ chicks:


Does white man need a humbling?

IMAGINARY CONVERSATION

The sexual racism of white women.

Three white chicks:

Tiffany:
I have finally turned loose of my hesitation. I am fully given over to sex with my Black Lover, and never felt so fully alive, and all woman.

Maura (a nurse):
I had heard the rumors that Negro studs were the hottest lovers. I really had no idea. All I knew was the deep, unexpressed desires I always felt when I saw gorgeous Black Men.

Flavia:
Do they ever know how to make a white woman feel pretty, sexy, and all woman!! No idle phoney compliments -- their COCK does the flattering, and if you don't think THAT is sincere ...
Black cock is the REAL THING !

Maura (a nurse):
The future of this country is non-white because so many white women are dying to be with sexy black men.

Tiffany:
Black guys have emotional IQ. My white husband was so smug. He thought because he had a college education I was supposed to automatically worship at his feet. But he is so self-absorbed, he is a turn off. My Negro stud lover makes me feel all woman!!! He sends me.

Flavia:
Everyone knows that Black men are the sexiest. Oh God! Black men have the biggest, the hugest, the hottest horse-sized cocks & the best, sleekest, smoothest, and ususally the most muscular bodies of anyone. God! they know how to get a woman wet!

Maura:
White boys need to stripe away theirr false pride and quit hiding behind their puny y-chromosome and pale skin.

Flavia:
I am stuck with a pale little white hubby! God my white hub-boy is *terrible* in bed! More and more I had to start wondering one thing: Where's the beef! All my white hub-boy cares about is trying to get his little weenie penis hard enough to impress me, & it ain't working. He knows nothing about pleasing a woman, so he fills his head with PORN -- trying to be a man -- and it only proves what a boy he is, it's sick stuff.
his white boy weenie peenie, is a shriveled little thingie!
And then he thinks he can own me? I am supposed to do his bidding? CRAP!!

Tiffany:
I hear you. My wussy white huss swaggered like the adult, and like I was the child. But guess who is really the immature one, with his prejudice, and his false pride (in his white privilege), and his whining about affirmative action, and smart women, on and on.

I told him what was holding him back was his own inertia, his Negative Non-action.

Flavia:
Was it the sex for you? Or the Romance? How about size?
I used to wonder what was wrong with me. Then I had my awakening. An awakening called COCK! And you know who that means. It means all man, Black Man. NOW I can orgasm like a sistah. There aint nuthing wrong with me and I'm loving every bit of it. Time to stretch my wings and fly, baby! Now I crave Black cock & from now on will settle for nothing less. You guessed it. I need well hung and I need BIG!!!

Maura:
I'll jump in. I love the whole package. White women are attracted to black men because they have beautiful warm black skin, dark eyes, muscular bodies etc are SEXY. A black man could be hung like a squirrel and he would still attract white women! Black men are handsome. African features are beautiful to white women. Yes there are some white women who want a larger cock but that is not our main concern, it's just the frosting on the cake.

Oh. And by the way, I got fed up with my white huzz trying to debunk the Guiness records of penis size. I told him. WAKE UP because a black man is much more likely to be HUNG! Okay, now you know. I admit I LOVE it when a black man is attracted to me, and considers me a prize.

I love the whole thing. The power, the energy, the size, the volume of sperm, the instant erections. And they are so mature, both emotionally, even spiritually, but above all, sexually.

Flavia:
I love letting these STALLIONS FROM THE LAND OF HAM make me the favorite houri in their harem! I love getting fucked day and night by a gorgeous donkey sized Negro lover. I am wet just thinking about it!! Oh God!

Tiffany:
Even cheating right under your hubby's nose, I just don't feel there should ever be any regrets. There should never be any guilt. Getting sexed by a Black man can never be adultry, because it is sheer therapy, trasformation, and fulfillment. I have socalled sex with my white hubby and I feel dirty afterwards. Now I realize he is basicvally a pervert. When I have sex with my Black lover, I feel like I am in heaven, I feel all woman, I feel so beautiful and desirable, I never feel more alive than with him.

White Men and the marital fulfillment letdown.:
Carol Garver's book discusses straight women married to gay husbands and how they cope. Garver writes that "Research indicates that one gay man out of five is or has been married to a straight wife. An estimated two percent of all married men are basically gay."

Mutually Devised Alternative Contract

The normal white wife was deceieved by her effeminate husband into thinking their marriage was okay. She was even proud of this pale husband's intelligence, his nerdy kookiness, but wondered why something always seemed just slightly amiss in the sex department. He seemed low on the arousal, dependent on artificial stimui, and very meagre on the sperm trickle. Only much later did she realize his porn adutery, his sick, sick pervertedness. She got so she hated his puny appetite, his unresponsive little pecker that he had to pump up for a half hour before he could do anything.

She was in a state of physical desperation. Then, quite by accident, a series of fortuitous circumstances thrust her into the embraces of a gorgeous, super masculine Negro stallion, and he -- unlike her pale husband -- did not flee from her. For the first time in her life she found out what it was like to be all woman and fully alive. She realized that at some level she had always felt (with her husband) that she was in competition with him. Her intelligent husband had brain smarts, but emotional weakness, immaturity, softness ... almost feminity. In fact, she realized her white husband actually had an outright "pretty" bottom.

But with this find stud of a Negro lover, she suddenly felt released from the "sickness" of a perverse relationship. Instead of feeling dirty, she felt ravished, transformed, and cleansed. Instead of a competition who was most feminine, she felt a soaring sexuality and complementarity. For once she was with a REAL man, and for once she truy felt all woman. He did not have to "prepare" himself with porn or artificial stimulation. He took one look at her luscious legs in smooth nylon hose, he took one look at her exquisite needle narrow high heels, and instantly his "flattery" was the wordless, sincere kind that trumped every doubt. Suddenly his huge appreciation for her stuck out in a way as to validate everything about her own feminity, her personality. She felt desired for her daintiness, her pamperedness, her delicacy, her classy sophistication.

Sex with this deep black Negro "thug" turned out to be such a transformative experience. She felt like she had just received the most thorough, soul-cleansing therapy a woman (or girl) could receive. Was he All Man? (he Was!) Or an animal? (he Was!) Or was he perhaps some kind of awesome god? (he Was that, too!)

In that first encounter she recognized as (in her words) REAL, she felt as if she learned more about herself and her white husband than in the entire three and a half years of their marriage. She felt like she could have read a dozen books, and not learned as much as in that wonderful ravishing fulfillment with the 'other' man who taught her what she really wanted --- to find out she was normal, and all woman.