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Any real sluts out there am tired of sissy white men and i am wanting a tall and confident white male. I want someone respectable and that can carry a conversation. Back into the dating scene This isnt a fun place to be at my age. I'm an intelligent sweet guy if somewhat shy but like to talk once I get to know someone.

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Serious reply please only. Wanting to meet that one man that can also be my friend and fuck buddy. I'm very open so race is not a problem. Please put something in subject so I know your real. IM 6'1 195 BROWN HAIR BROWN EYES NOT FAT OR THIN JUST RITE FOR MY SIZE.


That averages about 5. When you factor in my one three-year committed relationship, that makes it about 8. What can I say? It all started when I was sixteen. I met my first real boyfriend at a keg party at a house he shared with about five other guys. Believe it or not, at this point in my life I was the last of my friends to get laid.

The pressure was on. People are lying when they say your first time should be special. Although it was random, sweaty, and totally meaningless, I loved it.

My one three-year relationship ensued, ending with him sending naked pictures to my mom and trying to sleep with my underage sister. I guess he just thought I was weird. When I stopped him in the middle of sex because it was so bad, he spread a rumor that I gave him an STD.

After that I made sure to tell him how much I actually love to make out. He has since caught herpes and is a male stripper. This guy had enormous bumps all over his back and a micropenis, so I broke up with him by telling him my bestie and I were lesbian lovers. It was immature, but it got the job done. It really is a small world.

Then there was a guy of another race I met on MySpace. We had sex on a couch in his garage and I never talked to him again. He was clingy from the beginning. Then I slept with a guy I met at a head shop. We would smoke out of the hookah in the back and get busy on the couch. It turns out he had a girlfriend who left upon discovering our relationship, and he shot himself in the head. I try to forget about it. The next guy is unforgettable to me.

He was black and tatted-up and beautiful. He had dark curly hair and a baby face. I slept with him for a year, but since he was too gangsta to actually date me, I had several other flings during that time.

I cheated on every boyfriend with him. Honestly, I loved him. He was my first real love and he broke my heart. Toward the end we started exclusively seeing each other but I had a miscarriage and it just ruined everything.

Fast-forward a couple months after that heartbreak. This is the worst short-lived relationship of my life. He was a pathological liar, a total disgusting slob, and a wannabe drug dealer. His only redeeming quality was his big penis.

After three months of dating he punched me in the eye during an argument right in front of his best friend. I had to break up with him because his feet smelled horrible and he was bad in bed. Dave considered Mike an arch-nemesis after that ordeal, so of course I had sex with Mike, too. Eventually I got an apartment with my best friend. In that one summer I slept with at least ten guys. I had sex with this guy I had known since I was thirteen. That was my first experience with erectile dysfunction.

I should probably mention that I had just turned twenty-one. One of them is the same guy I met in high school. He gave me multiple orgasms then and he gives them to me now. I do it for several reasons, none of which I apologize for.

The first reason is the power. After spending my younger years hopelessly waiting for guys to call me back and experiencing the harsh reality of being used for sex, I realized how liberating it was to have sex with someone I never intended to speak to again. You can do what you want and say what you want because even if they judge you, who cares? You never have to see them again. I also enjoy variety. There are so many different and ridiculously attractive guys out there, each with something to offer.

I have slept with many races, with many different body types, and with many vastly different personalities. I like them all. I love feeling his mouth on my nipples, kissing my body, licking me everywhere. I want his hands on my hips, pulling my hair, or holding me close. Perhaps I have some issue that has made me such a fan of detached physical relationships. I judge the men I sleep with on appearance and skills in the bedroom only.

I love being pleasantly surprised with a man who is an amazing lover. And I love the novelty of a new man and the way he appreciates my body.

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