I ended up till 4 or so in the morning typing away, searching for something, the thing which would have served that sexual desire which needed so desperately to be served. Originally it started as just a means to keep the cold from my bones as I have been relegated to my bedroom with its wonderful array of quilts which tries to keep me warm as my heating has decided to act up again. Finding myself wrapped up in bed by 9:30 the idea of watching TV didn't appeal. From checking email it progressed to logging onto FP. But this time as opposed to heading straight for the chat rooms, I went about systematically searching for a woman which actually appealed to my ideal of what a woman should be. Right now that is decidedly someone of colour. My taste for women with an absence of melanin has definitely fallen to the wayside, unless we are talking No Strings Attached sex of course. Regardless what most men say the allure of a sexual encounter where you can walk away with no comeback with a woman no matter how unattractive or unappealing she may normally be is something that most of us would find hard to turn down.
A few definite possibilities emerged. I shot of some emails singing my virtues in a downplayed way. Not trying to come on to strong or desperate, but definitely not to uninterested either. Their names escape me for the time being. But there were two who stand out particularly. One of Arabic descent with wonderful pouty lips, cock sucking lips in fact, and an ample bosom which would have provided hours of fun I'm sure. The other was different. She was a photographer or a wannabe at least. But in those shots of her, there was something from her inner self that shone through. A thing that touches a man like me. Innerness, a loving soul, a spirit which spoke to me when I looked into those eyes of hers. Will she respond? I don't know, will any of them have caught something in me which speaks to them? We'll see.
But during this search, I stumbled across something which is more up my street. A girl proclaiming her dire need for sex, pointed to a swinging site which she had joined. With little thought I signed up, added my details and even a reasonably life-like picture. Nothing to fruity just a slightly blurry shot of me at a party a few years back. In fact it's the same one that is on FP.
I signed up and left a contact email address not so subtlety hidden in my profile. What's the point of paying for contacts if there is a chance of getting them free?! I came across four I think, women who had the same idea. Spelling out their email addresses within their profiles, I even came across one who left their phone number. Bustyqueen was her handle, and did she have some handles on her, down to her knees when she bent over in fact if the picture is anything to go by. But she lives in East London, just worried if I contact her she could be a cousin or something. But with tits like that I'm prepared to give it a go.
After all the sending of emails, there was still an itch that still hadn't been scratched. I logged onto MSN to see which of those vulnerable women I could con into talking dirty with me. Some Asian bird said “hi”, but when the conversation came round to what we want, we were definitely looking at different versions of the story. So she just wants to be "friends", like I need a large Indian woman for a mate! Then Beth, good old dirty Beth dropped me a line. She is like "is the video finished yet?" I don’t know what this girl is under, whether she is serious or just fucking around, but she wants cock videos desperately. See the thing is, she doesn't live to far from me, so I'm thinking if I give her what she wants she's gonna give me some play. The other day I filmed a wank for her on my cam phone. But the quality is so shit and it's bloody long. So I tell her I'll edit it down for her. I spend time sorting it out for her, ding it over to her, and all she can say is, "It's awful!" Bitch. Then bosch, she's gone, leaving me looking like a C-U-N-T. Can't see the point of even trying to get anywhere with that silly ass girl.
After all that I end up back on FP, back into the "blackguy4whitegal" room. Thinking, or should I say hoping some poor skag is desperate enough to respond to a PM from some stranger. Of course I find a mark, which was very responsive, but of course the fucker lives in Birmingham. I start teasing with a little dip down the dirty well, and she responds in kind. I'm like yer, "I'll drive up", and to be honest she's pretty responsive. But her kid waves up, so she has to shoot, but she's like, "yer, come on MSN tomorrow and we'll chat". Again would I fucking be arsed, I'm not one for cultivating urges. If I've got one it needs to be acted on, period. Anything else is just going down the road of working hard for some shit I don't really want, and that honestly, is a fucking waste of time.