[tiredwhitewoman]

Just got home. Tired, slightly sweaty but very horny. Did I mention tired? Just realised something too, and it's everything to do with roles. You see, if I come home horny and I want someone to eat my pussy? You know, just take everything off and lie down to have someone eat me out before dinner? I think of a white boy. But, but. If I come home so horny I just want to ride, fuck and cum five times in a row? You guessed it. I think of a big, black guy. I guess it just comes down to how I am, rather than what I am. Sure, people could call me a snowbunny and that's kind of cute. The whole say no to white bois thing, denying and cucking them is a lot of fun too. But in the end, it's not who I am. It's just how I am. With white boys, I'm dominant. I make them lick, I make them hold it and I basically run them. Fuck them too, if they're lucky. But, I'm in control. With black guys, I surrender. I submit. I let them take me, fuck me and break me. I let them do whatever they want to me. If I come home tired, slightly sweaty and very horny to a black guy? I climb him and beg him to make me cum, fast. Beg him to fuck me, take me and I'll put in the work to earn that big black cock. Hands down. If I come home to a white boy, though? Well baby, get to work. Mommy's pussy's not going to lick itself.

[tiredwhitewoman]

'Baby, I have to get ready,' she moans between kisses. 'This was just to say goodbye,' she adds.

You know it's true. She's running late, for a date. Not with you, but with someone else.

'Honey, stop,' she giggles. Her lips taste so fucking good, and her warm body is making you very hard.

'Do you have to go?' You ask.

She just laughs and leans in for another kiss, before she ruffles your hair.

With unexpected force, she grinds into your lap. Sensually, consciously. You let out a pathetic moan, because even with layers and layers between your dick and her warm wet pussy you're struggling to hold on. 'Fuck,' you gasp.

'See? This is why I have to go, sweetie,' she explains. 'If I keep this up for another fifteen seconds, you're just going to blow and make sticky mess.'

You sigh, defeated.

'It's not like I don't love a sticky mess,' she teases, 'but you know why I have to go.'

You can't say it. Not out loud.

'Tell me,' she commands.

'Do I have to?'

'Don't make mommy ask again, little boy,' she asks, seriously. There's a look of lust in her eyes, with the slightest shade of evil.

'You have to go, because,' you struggle.

'Because?'

You can't admit it. You can't admit your own failure.

'Because he fucks me so much better,' she fills in the gaps for you, shattering your confidence. 'Because he's bigger, better and stronger. Lasts forever, knows what to do and makes me cum.'

You feel miserable, but also turned on. You feel rejected, but you're also about to cum in your pants.

'He. Makes. Me. Cum,' she repeats.

You whimper and the look on your face tells her how small you feel.

'Honey, honey,' she coos. 'It's all right, come here.'

She lets you touch her some more, kiss her some more. You feel her warm body, her curves and her hot skin. You feel her heartbeat and her perfect breasts.

'You're a good boy for mommy, I know.'

'Yes, yes,' you whisper.

'I know, I know.'

You try your luck, and you pull her top down.

She smiles. 'Go on, good boy. Go on.'

'Yes?'

She smirks. 'If you mean, mommy can I please undress you and suck on your milkers until you tell me to eat your pussy?'

You're literally seconds from cumming.

'Then, yes,' she moans. 'Go on, sweetie.'

It takes every ounce of willpower not to blast off. You have to make this last, and you do. She lets you lick her nipples, suck them and play with them. You're in heaven, but it's nothing compared to the moment she pushes your head down.

'Good boy, good boy,' she repeats and shuts her eyes.

You pull her pants down, move in position and taste her. For the first time this week, she actually lets you eat her pussy. She's amazing, she's everything. She's your mistress, your goddess and your one true love. You lick and suck, lap and eat. You do everything in your power to make her cum.

'Keep going, don't stop little boy,' she starts panting. 'Good boy, good boy,' she repeats.

You can tell she's about to cum, and she's increasingly honest about it.

'You know why I have to go, don't you good boy?' She pants, humping your face and covering your lips in her sweet juice. 'You know why he's so much better, don't you?'

You groan a muffled agreement. You can't stop now, you have to make her cum the only way you know how.

'Because he's bigger,' she humps. 'Because he's better,' she moans. 'Because he's got a big, black cock,' she cries out and starts cumming on your face.

She grabs the back of your head and pushes you in deeper, forcing you to make out with her soft warm pussy.

'Fuck, fuck,' she chants, riding that high. 'He's so big, honey. So black, so perfect,' she cums.

'Because he's got a,' she lets go of your head now.

You slowly pull away. Your face is covered in her, and your inadequate dick is throbbing in your pants.

'Because he,' she says, weakly.

'Because,' you try.

She opens her eyes and looks straight at you. 'Say it.'

'Because he's got a big, black cock,' you confess. 'Because he's everything I'm not, and he can do everything to do you that I'm incapable of.'

Once again, she's broken you. Totally and completely. 'Mommy's so proud of you,' she whispers. 'So, so proud.'

'Because he has skill and stamina, size and girth. Because big, black cock is what you deserve.'

She just nods a few times, then kicks you from the couch. She stands up, and waltzes off to get dressed for her date. Her date with a big, black man who's ten times better than you.

You feel your dick's still about to burst. About to explore in your pants.

'Good boy?' She calls from the other room. 'You know what we discussed earlier, don't you?'

'Yes,' you almost cry with despair.

'And?'

'I'll be a good boy and not touch it.'

'And?'

'I won't cum until mommy says I'm allowed,' you groan, driven mad with desire.

'Good boy!'

[tiredwhitewoman]

My last post might have led some people to believe that I didn't get with any black guys last summer, but to be totally honest that's not entirely true. Seems I've drawn some attention as well, since my last post. What you boys do with this information is up to you of course, I'm just here to vent and share. Maybe cash in some encouragement, and explore! You see, last summer I did get with a black guy. In a way. Sort of. Just couldn't help myself, really. I was relaxing on a sunny day, by a lake and with few people around. Well, at some point I just looked up from tanning and there was this black man standing there. Tall, dark and strong. Really strong, no joke. He was fit. Exceptionally fit. Turns out he was there to work out, too. You know, my boyfriend was nowhere around. I hadn't masturbated in two or three days, either. You probably know where this goes.

Let's just say, his mucles weren't the only big thing about this guy. We talked, found a quiet place and within half an hour of meeting him? I was looking at a lot of inches. Twice my boyfriend's, and not just in length. In girth, too. Might sound crazy, but he literally took time to let me admire it. He asked me if I'd ever seen something like it, and I lied. He asked me if I'd been with a black guy, and I lied again. There was just something so hot about letting him think that his big, black cock would be my first. Just something so exciting about pretending, you see. Playing along, as though it would the first time I'd get fucked properly. Well, it wasn't the first time of course. But, I did get fucked properly. First, I dropped to my knees and tried to fit it all in my mouth. I struggled, but I managed. Well, too because I made him moan a lot. After a while, I just pushed him down and continued. He told me to do so, a few times too. To keep doing what I was doing, he called it and I got him hard as a fucking rock. Needless to say, my bathing suit was getting soaked altogether and at some point he just tore the whole thing off. Pulled me up, wrapped his lips around my nipples and let me sink down on his big black cock. It was almost stupidly naive to have found a quiet spot for that, because no way could I keep quiet with what he was about to do to me. I like to think there were few people there that day, but I'm probably wrong. There must have been a couple at least, who heard this big black guy fuck my lights out. Stretch my pussy. Pound me senseless. Fuck me hard. Yes, there must have been a few people at least. Some white boys too, maybe? I don't know. Don't much care, either but it's a fond memory. A very, very fond memory by now. In case you're wondering where he came? I think it's best I let you guess, for the time being. More fun that way, don't you agree?

[tiredwhitewoman]

This afternoon's killing me. Absolutely killing me. Every five, ten minutes I look up blacked porn. Yes, my boyfriend's coming over later to eat my pussy but I'm counting the minutes. I want to hold back and show some restraint, some control but it's so fucking hard. I keep thinking about it. Big, black cock. Big, black cock. It's bouncing around in my stupid little head, up and down and straight to my inner thighs. Fuck, how does this work? The experience is like a tattoo on my lust. A mark on my personality. I'm starting to think that size really isn't just a preference anymore. It's completely rewired my needs. Big, black cock's like a drug almost. The more I think about it, the more I want it. The longer I go without it, the more I'm willing to do for it. My boyfriend had better get here soon, or I might as well call up one of my black ex boyfriends and tell him he can breed me here and now. Not even kidding.

[tiredwhitewoman]

Plenty of people think it's just a fantasy. Can't be real, right? Black men aren't actually bigger, better lovers. Aren't actually outperforming the rest of you boys in the bedroom, right? Well, I can't speak for everyone of course but I know one thing. There's things I've told white boys plenty of times, and there's things I've told every single black guy I've been with. Things I tell white boys are things like, sorry it's not working out. Is it in yet? It's fine you couldn't last two pumps honey, that happens to everybody. Things I tell black guys though? The one thing I tell pretty much every, single black man I've been with? Two magic words, really. Go slow. Yes, go slow. Please go slow, because I'm going to need to some time and encouragement to adjust to you. Why? Because you're so much bigger, so much better and I want to feel every inch fill me up. Stretch me out. Make me gasp, shake and cum. Take me over and make my mind pop. Bring me to that blissful state of nothing, and keep me there. Fuck, I'm rambling now. That's it, though. What I have to tell black guys, is go slow. Go slow. It's what I haven't told any white boys, ever. Really, never. Not that I can recall. The difference is just so striking, so heartbreaking maybe but so honest. So brutal, if you're not on the winning side. Plenty of people think it's just a fantasy, something perpetuated by porn but not quite real. Well, I can only speak for myself and every single black guys I've been with of course. But, come on. Be real. Stop pretending, white boys.

[tiredwhitewoman]

Sure, it's just a kink maybe. Yes, it's experimental and something I've tried and come to love. Harmless, perhaps? Innocent? Don't know, but black guys just have something I respond to. As opposed to white boys, black men inspire this fear in me. This funny feeling, of wanting to submit and do whatever the fuck they want. It's undoubtedly linked to their ability to fuck the shit out of me, plow me to exhaustion of course. Let's face it, size matters and black men fill me up until I'm squealing like a dog toy. But, there's also this sense of awe. Of respect. If a big, black guy takes a liking to me? Shows an interest? I melt. I literally melt, and my panties are soaked before I have a chance to form a reasonable thought. When it comes down to it, that's just the biggest contrast I see with white guys. When white guys hit on me? Could be fun, could be worth it but probably not. When black guys hit on me? Fuck, yes. Take me home, touch me however you want and fuck me until dawn. I'm yours.

[tiredwhitewoman]

My boyfriend didn't really get back to me today. Like, at all. Chances are he knows I prefer black guys, and chances are he's intimidated by it and feels freaked out. I've been horny as shit all this weekend though, and I'm not going to lie I've been thinking about my ex. My big, black ex. It's just, I know what he'd tell me right now. In this situation. He'd have me on my knees, wet and willing and he would tell me that it's fine. That it's all right to love big, black cock. He would tell me that a girl like me deserves to cum, over and over. That a girl like me should be free to fuck who she wants, in whatever size. He would promise to make me cum, to fill me up and stretch me out. Fuck me deep, fuck me slow. Fuck me to the kind of orgasm that builds up like torture, only to blend into the next. Then, the next. Then, another. Until I can't form a sentence anymore, and all I want to think about is getting him nice and slick so he can thrust in and out of my soft pussy a little longer. Fuck, it's already in my mind right now and I can't deal with this. It's just going to be another night of blacked porn, I suppose.

[tiredwhitewoman]

My boyfriend was supposed to come over this weekend, but he says he's still feeling ill. I'm not sure if I should believe him, or just accept that he saw some graphic shit on my phone and knows he'll never compare to the black guys I used to date. For reference, there's still a bunch of pictures and videos on my phone from back then. When I used to fuck black guys and let them pound the funny out of my pink pussy, several days a week. I just don't know. I get why he'd feel inferior, because - let's face it - big black cock just hijacks a white girl's body like nothing else. I get why he would act distant now, perhaps wondering why I bother seeing him at all? When I know the difference between white boys and black men is, well substantial to say the least? I don't know what to do, though. Because, well it's backfired before. It's kind of happened before. I'd be seeing a white boy, they'd find out about the black studs I used to date and they would either freak out or dive right in. Commit to it. Submit to me and my preference, and become full blown cucks overnight. So, that's happened before and I wonder if the boy I'm seeing right now could go that way or not. What do you guys think? Should I just tell him? Confront him? Confess that big, black cock's changed my outlook on sex and is secretly still what turns me on the most? What should I do? I don't know.

[tiredwhitewoman]

Hi world, my name's Renee and I'm in a bit of a situation. Sue me for starting this blog, but I need to vent. Get something out of my system. You see, I love black guys. Always have, probably always will. Used to live in a city with a lot of black boys around and, well you can imagine I got up to all sorts of fun stuff. What's a girl going to do? Anyway, about my situation. I'm nineteen, still stuck trying to finish high school. Seeing a cute boy at the moment, but here's the thing. He was going through some pictures on my phone, and he later admitted he saw a picture of me and my ex. My black ex. Huge, intimidating black ex. Perfect ex. Nothing graphic, or at least I thought so until I started going through my gallery and finding out I had plenty of pictures and videos left. The kind I've been watching late at night, ever since I found out I still had them. Here's the thing though, I don't know if my current boyfriend saw that too. You know? Risky, since I can't exactly bring it up. If I do, either he'll admit he's seen it and I'm going to have to explain or he'll want to know more and I'll have to show him. It's enough to make a white boy feel inferior, trust me. More than enough. Shit should be online, and I'd be making money off it. No joke. So, what do I do? I take my dirty mind and restlessness straight back to porn, and I've been on Tumblr and Reddit for several nights in a row now. Watching black guys fuck white girls like me. Watching young women like me cumming on big, black cock over and over. Reliving those moments. Having throwbacks, one after another of nights of endless sex. It's driving me crazy, seriously. The boy I'm dating right now really is cute, innocent and harmless. He's sweet, but I can't help but feel this longing for big black cock again. The sheer size, the girth? The stamina, the skill. I'm incorrigible.