I’ve had the same conversation multiple times about my dating black guys. Usually with white guys. When someone finds out that my boyfriend/(soon to be ex-)husband is black I automatically become one of those girls.
One of what girls? Those ones.
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Here’s mine. We were somehow, amazingly, together for two years. This was in the college years, about 10 years ago. I found out, from his best friend, that he was planning on proposing.
I could not marry this guy.
Why?
Oh my god, did his balls stink. Bad. Like I don’t think he knew he had to wash them.
I could barely stand being on top during sex because the fumes were so bad. I could seriously smell his balls (I guess smell rises) even though my face was several feet from his balls.
One day, after we had been together for months, if I would suck his cock before we had sex.
Ummmm, no. I told him that I don’t do that (which was the truth and then would not have been the time to start).
But seriously, I would have died down there. The fumes were enough to gag me from several feet away and I can’t even imagine up close.
And he was the first black guy I had sex with so I Quickly Concluded that all black men had nasty balls. I didn’t date another black guy for years because of him.
…you never go back. Supposedly. But I have and I’m sure many others have as well. I bounce back and forth between white, black and brown. People place waaaaaay too much emphasis on dick size and not enough on skill/emotion.
I had my first black boyfriend when I was 20. He was my last until I was 27. Why?
So Young Black Hottie puts the (what rightly should be Magnum but I have no idea if it was) condom on and was kneeling at the end of the bed. I had my knees locked together in much the same position you will find me at in the gynecologists office. (Seriously, the last time I was at the gynecologists office he sat at the end of the table thing and touched my unmoving legs while saying “you do realize you’re going to have to open your legs, right?”)
Because I was still thinking that his big huge monster should really stay away from my tight little girlie parts.
But no, I was an idiot and went back over after we had already said good night. I had fun the first time, why not continue the fun. Right? So I went back over and Young Black Hottie put in another movie. Again, I have no idea what movie. We were sitting in the “dark” on his futon. (Gotta love studio apartments.)
I was leaning into him with my legs up over the end of the futon. He was getting…friendlier.
