So I am very bad at keeping up with this writing everyday. but it is my goal to have 365 stories about people.
So this guy saw him in a bar, he was built rock solid. He was a black god that I crave to see under the tight white shirt he wears. His arms were the size of my head no joke and my body was craving him. All parts of him the things that ran thourgh my head were wrong and yet so so right. A man's body when taken care of is a work of art....it is beautiful and rich with creases and shadow. The thing about this black man that attracted me so was the fact that i know he took care of himself. He liked himself and was proud to be in the skin he has. Some people say that Love is not sex...sex is just that sex, that is wrong. People will never have a sexuall encounter with out love and evidence to this is guilt.
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