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White husbands, white dads, and white boyfriends... White guys, in general: listen up. I have a message for you. Maybe more of a lesson. For the sake of your own pride and dignity, you'd better take it to heart.
Times are changing. Things ain't the way they used to be. Society seems to change so quick that we don't even notice it. Things are a certain way one day. But they're completely different by the end of the next. What was traditional becomes taboo. What was taboo becomes the norm. Oftentimes, there is almost nothing we can do about it.
Consider the year 1950: a black teenager asks out the lily white girl down the street. What happens? He's beat up. House vandalized. Maybe a burning cross in the front yard to boot.
Zoom ahead to 2017: what happens when DeAndre asks out lily-white Katie next door? Smiles. Giggles. She throws her young, white body into his arms. She yearns to feel his strong hands over her hips, his kisses on her neck. She is ready.
To white dads and boyfriends everywhere, this isn't just an annoyance. It's a living nightmare. It's a scene that plays out across the country every day. And every day, it happens a little more. The most delicious taboo of all - the allure of interracial sex - is turning what was once fear into an intense curiosity. Fear, curiosity, and the promise of forbidden pleasure are all closely interlinked. White females know it. Black males know it. The sexual tension runs deep.
There is a myth in America that stretches all the way back to when the very first black slave stepped onto American soil: that huge, frightening black penis lusts after our white wives, daughters, and girlfriends - and that it won't stop until it's hunger is satisfied. That horny and young black males, bursting with testosterone and desire for conquest, are eyeballing your wife's ass at the gym, or your bikini-clad ******* at the beach... And they want a taste. That these cocky black men are itching, craving to get their long black cocks into some soft white pussy, pulling in and out repeatedly toward the end goal of exploding with cum inside the most precious altars of your naked ivory princesses.
You know, that myth.
It's a myth, they say. A racist myth meant to otherize black males and turn black male sexuality into something dangerous, something to be feared and worried over.
Let me clue you into something, guys: It's no myth that black studs are after your wives, daughters, and girlfriends. They are. Oh dear God, they ARE.
Be frightened. Be worried.
There is no escape. If the white women we love have healthy curved asses, breasts that hang like exotic fruits, and sweet smiles that could melt an ice cap, then watch out and hold on tight. If they have hair down to their butts, a yearning for adventure in their soul, and wear yoga pants like a uniform, then you'd better prepare yourself mentally. Because black men all around you are watching closely and holding onto their hard black cocks like heat-seeking missiles prepared for a high-value target. They're ready to step up and fill a void where white guys can't.
And when you let your guard down for a instant, they predator will move in for the prey. Your sweet white doe will never see it coming.
No, I don't mean *******. I mean something far, far worse... For you. Something that keeps you up at night: the thought of discovery. A paradigm shift in your princess's thinking. The delicious thought that there is something she could be experiencing out there that she doesn't experience with you.
Because all it takes is for the seed to get planted. Because the first time she gets the clue that she makes hard ebony cocks twitch with anticipation, that she realizes she makes cum-filled black balls swell and ache with heavy loads... It's too late. The question is not "if". It's "when". When she meets the right stud, her pearly white thighs will spread and submit to dangerous curiosity, leading her down a dark, pitch-black road from she will never return with only distant echo of heaving, trembling orgasm to keep you company.
To be continued...
White husbands, white dads, and white boyfriends... White guys, in general: listen up. I have a message for you. Maybe more of a lesson. For the sake of your own pride and dignity, you'd better take it to heart.
Times are changing. Things ain't the way they used to be. Society seems to change so quick that we don't even notice it. Things are a certain way one day. But they're completely different by the end of the next. What was traditional becomes taboo. What was taboo becomes the norm. Oftentimes, there is almost nothing we can do about it.
Consider the year 1950: a black teenager asks out the lily white girl down the street. What happens? He's beat up. House vandalized. Maybe a burning cross in the front yard to boot.
Zoom ahead to 2017: what happens when DeAndre asks out lily-white Katie next door? Smiles. Giggles. She throws her young, white body into his arms. She yearns to feel his strong hands over her hips, his kisses on her neck. She is ready.
To white dads and boyfriends everywhere, this isn't just an annoyance. It's a living nightmare. It's a scene that plays out across the country every day. And every day, it happens a little more. The most delicious taboo of all - the allure of interracial sex - is turning what was once fear into an intense curiosity. Fear, curiosity, and the promise of forbidden pleasure are all closely interlinked. White females know it. Black males know it. The sexual tension runs deep.
There is a myth in America that stretches all the way back to when the very first black slave stepped onto American soil: that huge, frightening black penis lusts after our white wives, daughters, and girlfriends - and that it won't stop until it's hunger is satisfied. That horny and young black males, bursting with testosterone and desire for conquest, are eyeballing your wife's ass at the gym, or your bikini-clad ******* at the beach... And they want a taste. That these cocky black men are itching, craving to get their long black cocks into some soft white pussy, pulling in and out repeatedly toward the end goal of exploding with cum inside the most precious altars of your naked ivory princesses.
You know, that myth.
It's a myth, they say. A racist myth meant to otherize black males and turn black male sexuality into something dangerous, something to be feared and worried over.
Let me clue you into something, guys: It's no myth that black studs are after your wives, daughters, and girlfriends. They are. Oh dear God, they ARE.
Be frightened. Be worried.
There is no escape. If the white women we love have healthy curved asses, breasts that hang like exotic fruits, and sweet smiles that could melt an ice cap, then watch out and hold on tight. If they have hair down to their butts, a yearning for adventure in their soul, and wear yoga pants like a uniform, then you'd better prepare yourself mentally. Because black men all around you are watching closely and holding onto their hard black cocks like heat-seeking missiles prepared for a high-value target. They're ready to step up and fill a void where white guys can't.
And when you let your guard down for a instant, they predator will move in for the prey. Your sweet white doe will never see it coming.
No, I don't mean *******. I mean something far, far worse... For you. Something that keeps you up at night: the thought of discovery. A paradigm shift in your princess's thinking. The delicious thought that there is something she could be experiencing out there that she doesn't experience with you.
Because all it takes is for the seed to get planted. Because the first time she gets the clue that she makes hard ebony cocks twitch with anticipation, that she realizes she makes cum-filled black balls swell and ache with heavy loads... It's too late. The question is not "if". It's "when". When she meets the right stud, her pearly white thighs will spread and submit to dangerous curiosity, leading her down a dark, pitch-black road from she will never return with only distant echo of heaving, trembling orgasm to keep you company.
To be continued...
'Paradigm shift'
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