Turns out I'm part & Scottish'Early influences'? - I can't even claim to go DEEP....I'm just a born perv I've liked all girls of all colors and races my entire life. I didn't have some kind of 'awakening' like many members I read about on this site; I was just born liking women! My first crush was a cute Irish white girl (we are still friends to this day) and I've probably dated well over 100 white/asian/latina/indian/other/etc [name a country] throughout my life.
Safe to say that I influence others
Scottish huh? interesting, one of my best buddies is Scottish from Edinburgh. she also loves Black men lolTurns out I'm part & Scottish
I can tell you from the other side why this white man loves to see white women getting fucked by black men. When I was a freshman at Syracuse University, I lived next door to four black football players. I used to watch girls go in and out of their room all the time.
One weekend, my girlfriend from home came up to visit me. The four guys next door invited us to party with them. They got us both really high and then started paying a lot of attention to my girlfriend. There was a black girl in the room who started keeping me busy while the guys got my girlfriend's clothes off and then started using her hard. I am not sure if she wanted it or not but she was so high she just went along.
Ever since then, I have never been able to look at a white women without wondering what she would look like on her hands and knees with black dicks in her.
Sounds like ******* to me.
let's just ASSUME she wanted it. Otherwise they raped her and that ain't cool.I am not sure if she wanted it or not but she was so high she just went along.
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'it was the 1970s' - Yep, thats what Bill Cosby thought too.Now it would be. In the 1970s, it was boys being boys, or she should not have been in the room with them.
big thanks for this post sweet..I was born in Mississippi and lived there until I was 10 when we moved to Texas. Being from Mississippi you know my parents were racist but I tried to be at the very least neutral. There were no black ******* in the school I went to so I was not really around any black people growing up. On the other hand my husband's best friend was black and he had several other black friends. The first time my husband's friend Sammie came to see us which was also the first time I met him he hugged me when we met. I was very nervous around him at first. After he left my husband asked me why I acted so funny and I told him Sammie was the first black person I had been around. My husband told me that will change now because I have lots of black friends. I guess being around Sammie changed the way I thought and felt about black people especially black guys. One thing I hardly ever talk about is one night my husband, myself and Sammie were sitting around talking and Sammie and I were drinking beer(my husband doesn't *******) and there was a empty bottle sitting on the table. I am sure no I know my husband knew what he was doing when he grabbed the bottle and spun it around. He said lets play Post Office. Anyway on the second spin I had to kiss Sammie. When I felt his full lips on mine and he snaked his tongue in my mouth I knew I would never be prejudiced against the black race.
My husband and I are both in our 60's and I have had more sex with black men that my white husband.
Phyliss
Did your panties get moist looking at the Nigerians in Paris?Another member asked me this question today. I thought it was a great insightful question, so I thought I'd pose it to the whole community.
What are your very early influenses? What was the thing that lead you down the path to admire black men? Or conversely, if you're a black man..(yummy and sexy), what lead you to being attracted to white women? Add to this, what do you think made you dominant or submissive?
For me I trace it back to a time when my folks were together, was probably 10-11yrs old. We were on vacation in europe, france in particular. There was a construction worker pulling on a rope hauling bricks up on a pulley. He had a tank top on and had the blackest skin i'd ever seen. I remember back then there were plenty of Nigerians in Paris. I was in the back seat looking out the window as he was pullng, I distinctly remember his glistening skin and muscles, and my mom gasping.
Then later that same trip, when we visited the Eiffel tower there were street vendors all over, again mostly Nigerians. They were right in your face trying to sell you souvenirs. Very dark faces surrounding us and pushing trinkets and little plastic Eiffel towers, speaking in bad english, or accented bad french. White teeth weird smells. I found it all kinda scary, but all i could think of was that construction worker and those arms and that skin. I wonder what their arms like that must feel like.
What's your story?
I had feelings i didnt understand at the time.Did your panties get moist looking at the Nigerians in Paris?