REDHEAD ADDICTED TO BLACK

I'm Isa, Dutch redhead. Hooked on black men, but some whites think I'm a bad woman for it. Here to find a safe zone, share what I think and feel.

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Granted, I post a lot of intense, filthy shit here. Sure, I talk a lot and share my innermost thoughts however kinky and fucked up they are. Deep down though, I genuinely desire a black male to be with. A black king. A black daddy. My ultimate fantasy. I'm not a little princess anymore, but deep down I want to be.

Deep down, I think I know full well what I want. It's what I rub myself stupid over every morning and every night. Even now, posting on my own depraved little blog I can't help but wish I were dainty again. Little again. Powerless and innocent, up for grabs. Ripe and peachy, ready to be plucked by the next black stud.

I have memories to look back on, fortunately. Black guys from school. Black guys from clubs. Black guys through older friends at uni. Black guys from little trips I take sometimes. Holiday trips. Fuck, those black guys. I have a lot of fond memories, come to think of it. Fantasies come true. Dreams to relive over and over again.

Maybe tonight I'll relive the sunny afternoon I spent with a black guy from Belgium, for example. An afternoon we spent on a beach in summer, getting to know each other. Getting closer and closer, until he could sense how wet and willing I was for him. Until he made a move and made me cum so hard I couldn't stop shaking.

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When I'm seeing a white boy and he has to face the harsh reality of my preferring bigger, better and black, it's not always easy for him. If he really, really wants to, I'll allow him to watch, but I'll tell him to be very sure of his decision. It usually leaves a white boy shattered. Crushes his ego. Makes him realize how little he matters.

Watching a black male touch me. Claim me. Draw me in and squeeze my ass. Override my ideas about masculinity. About men. About sex? It can be way too much for a white boy. Sure, he'll get hard. He'll want to pump to it. Make himself feel good and watch the girl he likes get blacked hard, but he'll never really be the same again.

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It had been a perfect day. I had slept in, had a tasty breakfast and my black lover had dropped by to fuck the absolute silly out of me. I was just settling in for another bath, giving my poor, stretched some much-needed aftercare, when one of my friends called. White boy. Desperate and hopelessly into me.

'Isa here, who is it?'

'It's,' he hesitated. 'It's me.'

'Oh, hi there,' I giggled. 'He's just left, you know. You're quick!'

'Wait, what?'

'Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. You know full well I was getting blacked, hard, just a couple minutes ago.'

'Oh my god,' he whispers.

'Does that make you hard, baby?'

'I,' he struggles. 'Yes, Isa. It does.'

'Maybe you should do something about that, then.'

'He was big?' He asks, breathing hard. I can tell he's already spanking it to the image of me taking a big, black cock five times his size. 'He was, you know? He was big?'

'Of course he was, sweetie,' I confess, taking care of myself as well. 'I didn't think I could take it actually, but you know.'

'Know what? What?' He pleads. Begs me to go on.

'Oh you know,' I tease him a second longer. 'Once a black male shows up on my doorstep, I can't back out. It'd be wrong of me. He'll have expectations, and a good white girl obliges of course.'

'Yes, of course. Wait, what's that? What's expected?' He moans.

'I think we both know,' I start to explain, walking my poor little white boy through every single detail. 'He showed up, ready to fuck me and brimming with need. Me? I could hardly contain myself either. Could hardly take a shower without running to the window and see if he'd arrived yet. My womb was humming with excitement, honey.'

'Fuck. Me.' My poor little white boy groans on the other end.

'As if,' I laugh out loud, shattering his hopes. 'No, actually.'

'Actually?'

'Actually,' I continue in a strict tone, 'I mentioned you, you know?'

'You did?'

'Sort of. Mentioned I had a white boyfriend. The kind that can't satisfy me. Can't please me. Can't measure up and couldn't keep a black man from bottoming out inside me, even if he tried.'

'Fuck, fuck,' he's having a hard time holding on.

'He didn't care, of course. He likes stealing white girls.'

'Of course, of course,' my white boy confirms with a deep, desperate sigh. 'So, he,' he trips over his own words. 'He, like.'

'Like, like,' I mock him and laugh out loud again. 'You're such a fucking loser, just say it already.'

'He fucked you?'

'First, he let me touch it. See it. Wrap my hands around it and get him hard as rock. Hard as diamond, now that I think of it. Fuck, he was so big honey. You can't imagine, I'm sure.'

'No, I can't. I mean,' he winces, probably letting go of his thingie.

'If I touched yours, I bet you'd cum in two seconds flat.'

'With him, it's a different story. With a strong, black bull, the possibilities are endless. Any and every position left to be enjoyed. Hours of non-stop, mind-boggling fucking to look forward to.'

'Hours?'

'Yes, honey. Hours. He took his time with me.'

'Fuck, I think I'm going to,' he wheezes. 'I can't, I can't.'

'Can't what? Hold your load? Keep that cum in those little balls? Is it too much for you? Hearing about all the things he did to me? How he kissed me deep, squeezed every square inch of my pale body with those strong, dark hands? Put me on my back. On all fours? Stretched my pussy until I was squealing like a little puppy dog? Made me his bitch? Made me cum? Made me actually, actually cum? Drip with excitement? Clamp down and refuse to let go of his thick, black cock? Oh honey, I bet you can't take hearing much more of this. I bet you'll pop at the sight of it, too. Watching a black man ruin your cute, white crush. Watching him take what you want. Watching him get what he deserves and what you'll never, ever ever get to experience.'

He's dead quiet. All I can hear are faint moans and panting.

'Oh, honey,' I coo. 'Like I said. That'd probably be too much for you, wouldn't it?'

Not a peep.

'That's what I thought. Now, I think you have a little mess to clean up, white boy. Me? I'm honestly pretty turned on again, but that's not something white boys should be allowed to hear. Better stick to pumping, little loser. Bye bye!'

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Even communicating with black guys is different. When they text me, I can't wait to read what they have to say. When they send pictures or clips, I'm dying to find out if it's in any way sexual. Yes, I want them to send those kind of pictures. Yes, I want them to send those kind of clips. Of course I do.

Even when we're just talking, I can feel myself getting wet. The slightest attention they give me, primes me for a long, exhausting breeding session. I'm probably obsessed by now, I know but I can't switch off and I don't think I want to. The second a black guy hits me up, I can feel my body preparing for his big cock.

Imagine the state I'm in, when a big, black stud shows up an hour later. How silly I must look, trying to entice him. Grinding my ass against his bulge. Rolling my hips. I'm totally out of my mind, by that point. Tripping over my words. Blushing. My mind a melting mess and my panties completely soaked. I know, I'm hopeless.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

I was with an old friend this weekend. White guy. Knows all about my preferences these days, and inquired how far along I am. How deep I'm into this whole blacked thing. I couldn't help but tell him the truth. Gushed. Told him plainly that I don't think I'll be fucking white guys ever again. Ever. Period. It felt like a confession, like a release. Saying the words out loud and declaring where I stand. Ironically, where I stand's a funny way of putting it. For white guys, I stand. For black guys? I'm on my knees. On all fours and on my back. Inviting them deep inside. As deep as they can reach. However often they like too, because I'm young, willing, wet and ready.

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I have a humble interest in anthropology, by the way. If you don't know what that means, that's fine. It's the study of humanity. Of behavior. Of biology and culture. Society, too. Believe it or not, my attraction to black men and the natural chemistry between white girls and black guys merits anthropological study.

In spite of all our progress and modern conveniences, there's still a very primal, primordial force at work. At least, that's what I see and experience. Without a single word, there's an unspoken drive between black males and white females. An undeniable magnetism and sexual tension that needs to be acted upon.

Personally, I can vouch for it. Twice over. When I'm in front of a black man and things heat up very quickly, few to no words at all are needed. We just explore each other. Take it slow. He sees me, he wants me and he inspects me. Almost as if he's checking if I'm good breeding stock.

I can't complain about his methods, either. His hands roaming my body. His breath quickening. His bulge growing bigger, bigger and even bigger. It makes me excited. Anxious. Impatient and eager to follow through. Those first stages make me wet beyond belief. It turns me into a soft, soaked excuse for a woman.

I'll also feel the need to show off. To let him see me. Expose myself and convince him I'm worthy of him. Worthy to be fucked. To be bred. Worthy to take his seed deep inside my white, leaking pussy and ensure his superior line. It's basic biology. Evolution. It's beautiful and sends my blood rushing to all the best places.

By the time he's got his hands where it matters and I feel his big cock pressing against my pale, plump ass, I'm powerless to resist. I already belong to him. All that's left is to lie down, mount him or simply bend over and let him take what's naturally his. It's anthropological. It's common knowledge. It's the natural order.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

I see so many white girls like me. So many white girls sick and tired of racism and judgment. One after the other, we make up our own minds and choose what we want. Who we want. How we want it, and we're not done. We're free now. Free to choose happy lives with strong men and satisfying sex.

Considering the shit people have given me over it, I can honestly say I'm overjoyed when I see another white girl take a black lover. I'd go so far as to say I'm fucking excited, when I see a white girl leaving her white boyfriend for a black bull of a man. Sorry not sorry, but it's just how things are getting right now.

It excites me. Makes me wet, because I know what those girls are destined for. I know what they're going for, and I'm loving it. Knowing they'll get to experience the same thing I've experienced. Knowing they'll finally get fucked right and commit to able, capable, skilled and gifted lovers is a dream come true. Not just for me.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

With black guys I don't just feel happy, I feel safe. I can handle myself, sure and I'm not a little girl anymore, but when a mountain of a black guy wraps his arms around me it's hard not to feel small and looked after. Imagine how safe, secure and protected I feel when I'm on my back and he's giving me those slow, deep strokes that turn my mind into mush and my pussy into a wet, dripping mess. Sorry if I'm being too honest here, but it's how it is. I guess it's why some white boys I've been with shamelessly inquired if I preferred black men or not. I guess they could sense it. Sense that black men can give me something that they can't, and never will.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

I suspect one of the reasons some people disapprove of my choices and hate me for preferring black guys is the passion that's out there for everyone to see. When I look at white couples, I don't nearly see as much passion. As much intimacy. I've had people stare at me making out with my black lovers in public, but I think it's more to do with envy than with actual prejudice. I suspect they just want what I've got. Not something tame, but something wild. Something genuine and natural. The very thing that doesn't take three to ten dates to blossom, and the very thing that makes me cum five times in a row. Just what I suspect, that's all.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

I don't know what it is exactly, but being around black guys creates such a contrast. I'm only aware of how white I am, when I'm around them. It makes me appreciate myself more. See my beauty. Feel like a woman and feel wanted. Same's got to go for blonde girls, and perhaps even more so.

That contrast opens up so many possibilities, too. Possibilities to feel pure energy. Attraction. The desire to experiment and explore my sexuality. It's been an intense, sometimes demanding ride so far, but I don't regret a single second. Every encounter with black men has been mind-blowing, and I'm not planning on stopping.

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When white boys see me flirt with black guys, or walk down the street with my latest black lover I can tell some of them hate me for it. I don't like it one bit. Why should I feel bad? Why should they bother judging me, in the first place? It's only a choice. I mean, when a black guy looks at me he sees a totally different side of me. A side that just wants to feel good. Feel happy. Give in and pursue joy. It's not a crime to like black men. It's not illegal to prefer black cock. In my case, it's almost a necessity. My only option that's turned into a craving. An addiction, even. Please don't judge me for that, at least. Please mind your own business, white boys.

[redheadaddictedtoblack]

First off, I'm not sure how long I'll be able to keep up this blog. Chances are my content will be banned. It's going to be candid, straightforward but also rather sensitive. Obscene maybe. Can't say it's going to be entirely original either, since I've been inspired by other blogs. Thing is, I'm a teenage redhead with a dark secret. Quite literally, my secret's black and intense. I'm a tall, toned ginger and white boys aren't doing it for me. It's my size I guess. My standards, perhaps. With black guys, I've never had that problem. They're perfect. More than perfect, but I'm getting judged for it. Ruthlessly, too. I've been called a race traitor. A shallow bitch. Sex addict, nymphomaniac and woke slut. All kinds of filth, while I'm just responding to what society sends my way. Black guys like me. I like black guys. I'm sick of the prejudice against white girls trying to maintain a healthy, exciting love life and I'm just looking for some support here. If you think as I do, I'll be glad to post more content.