Scenario: Kelly on rollerblades

It was a crisp Saturday morning when Kelly laced up her rollerblades, eager to take advantage of the quiet, sun-dappled pathway that wound along the river. The sound of the water flowing beside her was a calming backdrop to the soft hum of her skates as she glided past the tall grasses and overhanging branches. It was her favorite part of the day: the peaceful solitude, the warm sun, and the sense of freedom as she skated along the winding path.

Wearing just her blue swimsuit, Kelly felt the perfect blend of comfort and freedom. She loved the feel of the wind on her skin, the world rushing past her as she maneuvered over the path, her mind clear of any worries. 

Normally, she was alone on these morning skates, so the quiet, serene atmosphere was hers to enjoy. But today, as she rounded a curve in the path, she spotted someone up ahead—a jogger moving at a steady pace.

It was a Black man, in his 40s, tall and strong, his steady rhythm of movement a reflection of his experience. He wore a light blue athletic shirt and dark shorts, his feet hitting the path with precision. 

As she skated closer, the Black  man, Denzel, looked up and saw her coming. He gave her a warm smile, his expression friendly and welcoming. Kelly smiled back, feeling a small surge of energy from the simple human exchange.

"Good morning!" Denzel called out as she neared, his voice deep and warm.

"Good morning!" Kelly responded, her breath steady as she slowed her pace just a little, moving toward the edge of the path to give him space to continue.

Denzel gave her an appreciative nod as he jogged past, his eyes lingering on her gorgeous body. There was something about Kelly's presence that made him smile, the sight of a young girl so free and unburdened in a world that often felt weighed down by the demands of life.

"You're looking strong out here, girl," he said, turning his head slightly to continue the conversation and take in her figure. without breaking his stride. "You make rollerblading look effortless."

Kelly laughed, feeling a little shy but grateful for the compliment. "Thanks! I’ve been doing it for a while now."

Denzel grinned. "You can tell. Keep enjoying it, girl!"

With that, he picked up his pace, continuing his jog along the river. Kelly, now a little lighter from the friendly exchange, picked up her speed again, feeling the wind on her face as she skated onward.

The rest of her ride was just as peaceful as before, but now she had a small, uplifting moment to carry with her—a brief but meaningful interaction with a handsome Black man that would stay with her for a long time to come.

Submission: Friendzoned

"Friendzoned", a friend and supporter from the UK, writes:

I wanted to explain my most intense “friendzone” experience. 

I’m very into my fitness and compete in competitions as well as really looking after myself and going to the gym about 6 times a week. 

I’d been single a while mainly due to work commitments and just focusing on training when I joined an internet dating site. I’d met a couple of girls but nothing had taken off when I saw the profile of a stunning blonde girl, she was 30 and had a gorgeous face with a body to die for. Super athletic she was hugely into her diet and training. 

I approached her on the site and we quickly got chatting and hit it off. She was a distance from me but in my mind I’d already worked out the logistics of how to get to her for a date. 

It was when I asked her if she’d like to meet up for dinner the next weekend that she responded in a way that I hadn’t anticipated. She came straight out and said that while I was really nice, she had a definitive type. And I wasn’t it. 

Of course I asked her what the type was and she just came straight out and said “I like Black guys”. 

This floored me. At the same time it was a massive turn on and was like a switch had been flicked. I’d always been interested in interracial sites like BLACKED but I’d never before met a girl that was focused on only dating Black men. 

I said that it was fine that she felt that way and I was enjoying chatting to her anyway. We had moved away from the site by then and onto WhatsApp and once her position had been made clear our friendship developed quickly but also changed. 

It became more teasing and sexual, I’d openly tell her about scenes I’d seen on BLACKED and she would tell me about past sexual experiences. She started leaving voice notes and had the sexiest voice to go with the mind-blowing body. 

We also FaceTimed. She was such a natural beauty that she looked amazing every time even just after a gym workout. Of course she was still looking for a boyfriend on the dating app and she would ask me what I thought about different potential dates. All were Black.

 They didn’t have to be ripped and muscular but a lot were. She hit it off with one Black guy. He was relatively short but very muscular and she said he had great chat. They agreed to meet up and he would travel to her and stay at an air b&b. 

She wanted to wear something sexy but classy for the date and would ask what I thought of different outfits. The thought of her wearing something super sexy for a date with him really appealed to me and I ended up offering to buy her a pair of tight faux leather trousers that really showed off her amazing ass. 

It was exciting to think that I’d have contributed to this amazing girls date with a superior Black man. 

On the day of the date she sent me pics of the outfit then updates from the date when she had a spare moment. Then they headed back to his apartment. She was determined not to have sex but he was equally determined to fuck her. They made out a lot she said and his hands were everywhere. He even took his cock out at one point. 

She said his cock was massive, circumcised and “beautiful”. She couldn’t resist having a play with it then told him to put it away. In the end she went home without him getting any sex and he was clearly disappointed as he went quiet after that and things fizzled out. 

Of course I was completely on her side and couldn’t believe that he wasn’t pursuing this gorgeous girl. But I imagine he had plenty of girls that he could see who would give him what he wanted. 

Over the following weeks as an eager friendzoned admirer I keenly followed the potential suitors that were chasing her, of course all were Black. 

There were a couple of potentials and she agreed to go on a dinner date with one Black guy that would travel to see her then drive home. He was tall and well built. Not classically good looking, in fact quite intimidating, but well educated and charming. Of course this time I eagerly helped her find a long outfit that was classy but sexy. Again paying for it, something she now almost expected I would do. 

The date was a success as he was very charming and more of a gentleman than the previous date had been. Though there was plenty of kissing as there was a definite attraction between them. He didn’t try to fuck her and drove home that night but his hands had roamed over her beautiful body and hers over his. She told me excitedly how big his hands and feet were and that she had brushed over and squeezed his cock and he felt massive. 

A second date was arranged for the following weekend so an outfit had to be found quickly. This time a tight all in one suit that clung to her like a second skin. The date was a hot one but she was determined that she go home that night after driving to a restaurant near his place. 

She did go to his apartment where they made out for “ages”, hands roaming everywhere before she had managed breathlessly to leave before things went to far. But she had made up her mind that next time she would let him have her. 

With that in mind we chose some hot sexy lingerie she could wear for the date. My dream girl was very open in telling me how excited she was that she was going to have sex and she was sure it would be hot. 

After the next date she had I didn’t hear from her till late the following day. Then she messaged to say she’d just got home, joking that she was sure I’d have lots of questions. I did. A million - and swamped her with them. 

And she openly answered with how she had finally let him fuck her. How huge his cock was. How he’d taken her into the night and then the next day, it was clear she’d had an amazing experience. 

Following that she saw him regularly and they became a couple. I was still keen to be her friend and admirer but she cooled down and eventually her messages stopped. 

I think that while she was single my admiration and involvement was a sexual outlet for her. I think she enjoyed the tease - and the fact that I was buying her things. 

Once she was being satisfied by her Black boyfriend, she didn’t need me. Or maybe it was just that she didn’t want to disrespect her man. But I loved the experience of being friendzoned by her.

Cuck life: meeting Elin...

Earlier today, as I was leaving my building, someone caught my eye. 

A beautiful blonde - someone I’d seen around a few times before - was standing by the trunk of her car, loading a few things into it. She was wearing a tight white crop top, tight, shiny black workout shorts sculpted around a perfectly shaped ass, and sneakers, looking effortlessly beautiful. 

I couldn’t help but be captivated by her, as I always was whenever I spotted her. She has that slightly thick but tight - effortlessly sexy - body shape, with beautiful legs. There was something about her that just drew you in, but of course, she was way out of my league.

I had to walk right past her, and as I did, I figured I might as well say something. I flashed a smile and said, “Hey, how’s it going?” 

She smiled back and said, “Hi!” in a friendly way, which made me feel a little braver. We started chatting, and she introduced herself as Elin. I learned she was originally from Sweden, which made sense. She had an accent, bright blue eyes - and that cool, effortlessly chic vibe. I asked if she was moving, and she confirmed that she was, which was a bummer because it meant I probably wouldn't see her around anymore.

Trying to keep it casual but not wanting to miss the chance to stay in touch, I said, “I’ll miss seeing you around here. Can I get your Instagram?” She hesitated for a second, and then told me, “Well ok...but it’s mostly full of politics,” like that was some kind of disclaimer. But after a brief pause, she gave me her handle, and we said our goodbyes.

As I got to my car, out of curiosity, I checked out her Instagram. Sure enough, it was a lot of politics - but I didn't have to look far to find a photo of her with her boyfriend, that sent my pulse racing...

Miss Sweden had been snapped up by an American King - and clearly, they were very close. 

There were also lots of posts about progressive political issues, especially relating to race and racism, which she was clearly very focused on. She was very much a vocal supporter of BLM.

Her feed was filled with righteous rants and opinions, but the whole thing made it very clear that I probably wasn’t going to be anything more than a friendly acquaintance, if that.

I felt a little deflated. I’d entertained the idea, however fleeting, that maybe there was a chance with her, but the reality of the direction of our culture quickly set in. 

I guess I’ll just have to accept that I’m in the friend zone, just another white boy denied. 

At least I had the chance to talk to her, and I have her Instagram as a little reminder of the brief encounter.

Short story: Kelly

As I sit here in the quiet of my living room, my mind is turning about my daughter Kelly. 

She's home from college for break, and it's wonderful to have her here - a ray of sunlight as she moves around the house with the confidence and grace that she inherited from her mother. She's stunningly beautiful, inside and out, and my heart swells with pride whenever I see her.

But there's a part of me that worries, a part that feels a twinge of frustration. Kelly is so fiercely independent, so headstrong and rebellious in her own right. While I admire her strength and determination, there are moments when her choices leave me feeling an unease that I can't brush off.

I hear the distant thump of bass coming from her bedroom, where she spends hours lost in the world of loud rap and hip-hop. And then there's the faint scent of weed wafting in through the open balcony door, signaling her chosen method of relaxation. It's not the image I had envisioned for my daughter, and it's hard not to feel a pang of concern.

I suspect she is up there and out on that balcony, scantily clad as usual. My concern is that I know that there are neighbors who can see her - and some of my neighbors are guys older than me, whom I'm not sure I entirely trust. 

I find myself longing for the days when Kelly was younger, when she would eagerly spend time with me, sharing her hopes and dreams without reservation. Now, it feels like she's slipping away, retreating into her own world of "cool" where I struggle to reach her.

But even as these worries weigh on my mind, I know deep down that Kelly is simply finding her own path in life. She's carving out her identity, testing boundaries, and asserting her independence in a way that's both admirable and frustrating for a protective father to witness.

So, as much as it pains me to see her retreat into her bedroom, lost in the world of rap music and weed smoke, I know that I have to give her the space she needs to grow. In the end, all I can do is love her, support her, and be there for her whenever she needs me. Because no matter how independent she may become, she will always be my beautiful daughter, and my love for her knows no bounds.

 

Saturday night. In the heart of the bustling city, where skyscrapers reach for the heavens, there's a rooftop party buzzing with excitement. It's a celebration marking the grand opening of a chic new rooftop bar, and among the crowd stands Benjamin, a 6 foot 4 Black King who exudes strength and grace. Tall, with a powerfully built frame, a deep, dark complexion, and long dreadlocks, he moves through the throng with an air of quiet confidence.

As the evening unfolds, Benjamin finds himself drawn to a corner of the rooftop where two young women are chatting animatedly. His attention is immediately captured by one of the girls - a striking young brunette adorned in a revealing pink top and casual blue jeans. She exudes a natural, unaffected beauty that seems to glow under the soft lights.

Benjamin watches her with quiet fascination as she engages in conversation with her friend. Her laughter rings out like music, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. When her friend excuses herself to fetch more champagne, Benjamin sees his chance.

With a warm, inviting smile, he approaches the young woman, his heart beating with anticipation. "Hi there, miss," he says, his voice deep, smooth and confident.

The young woman looks up, her gaze meeting his, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Hello," she replies, returning his smile albeit with a touch of uncertainty.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull he feels towards her, Benjamin forges ahead. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the party," he confesses, his words deliberate and sincere. "I knew I had to seize the opportunity to introduce myself."

A shy blush tints the girl's cheeks as she listens to his words, her interest piqued despite herself. "Oh, really?" she responded, her tone soft yet curious.

With each passing moment, Benjamin feels a powerful connection growing stronger between them. He leans in slightly, his dark eyes locked with hers. "What's your name?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitates for a moment, the flutter of uncertainty evident in her eyes. "It's Emily," she replies finally, a small smile playing at her lips.

Benjamin's heart leaps with joy at the sound of her name. "Emily," he repeats, savoring the way it rolls off his tongue. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Before Emily can respond, Benjamin seizes the moment, his gaze unwavering. "Would you mind if I took your number?" he asks, his tone direct.

A flicker of hesitation crosses Emily's features as she glances around nervously. "I'm sorry...I actually have a boyfriend," she admits, her voice tinged with... regret?

Undeterred, Benjamin presses on, his determination unwavering. "I understand," he says, his smile never faltering. "But we only live once. Before your friend returns, I have to try to convince you to share your number with me. What harm could it do?"

For a moment, Emily seems torn, her gaze flickering between Benjamin and the approaching figure of her friend. Then, with a small sigh, she relents. "Okay," she says softly, reaching for her phone. "But just this once." She smiles and laughs nervously.

A surge of triumph courses through Benjamin as Emily recites her number, each digit etched into his memory like a precious treasure. With a smile, he enters the digits into his phone, savoring the moment as if it were a cherished victory.

As Emily's friend returns, Benjamin holds her eyes for one last moment - then departs - his mind filled with thoughts of the beautiful young brunette who has captured his attention in the span of a single evening.

And as the night unfolds, he can't shake the feeling that this chance encounter was just the beginning of his next big adventure.

White women partying with Black Kings

If you're on social media as much as I am, you'll have seen the exponential rise in beautiful white women choosing Black Kings as their partners - and vice versa. 

We've gone from a place where thirty years ago it was still quite rare, to now, where it's almost a safe bet that a gorgeous, sexy, white goddess will have been snapped up by a powerful Black King. 

As you'll all know, I have graduated from being that insecure, jealous white boy of twenty years ago, to being the super-charged champion promoter of BM / wf interracial that I am today, learning to find overwhelming sexual intrigue from my own denial and displacement. It's a life course I thoroughly recommend, my fellow cucks!

One of the other big trends I am seeing on social media is white women partying with Black Kings, presumably as a direct result of Black Kings taking over and controlling the social scene in most Western cities, white men retreating from them, and white women feeling liberated to express their attractiveness and sexuality in an empowering and jealousy-free zone. 

It is absolutely fascinating to watch...

Short story: Jen

On a serene Sunday morning, the golden rays of the sun illuminate a beautiful suburban home, casting a warm glow on the spacious kitchen. The sweet aroma of breakfast fills the air as Jen moves around the kitchen, expertly preparing a morning feast.

She is a beautiful blonde woman in her 30s. She is unconscientiously completely naked, wearing only a cooking apron, which barely contains her voluptuous figure and her large, beautiful breasts which hang freely under the material. 

Catching her eye, sitting across the kitchen at the table, naked, Darius, a handsome, dark-skinned and muscular Black man, observes her with a mix of admiration and a powerful, unspoken attraction.

His gaze lingers over her naked beautiful body with a sensual intensity that mirrors the warmth of the morning sun pouring through the window. She is captivating, not just in her curvaceous physical beauty but in the way she effortlessly navigates the kitchen, creating an atmosphere of comfort and domestic joy that, dammit, he could get used to.

As Darius sits at the table, he can't shake the realization that he has developed a strong attraction for the beautiful white woman before him. It isn't just about her physical allure; it's the way her laughter dances through the air, the way her eyes hold his with the deep and prolonged sexual intimacy that they have shared over the weekend. 

He's found himself drawn to her, entangled in emotions that he knows are both complicated - and forbidden.

The impending departure weighs heavily on him. He knows he has to leave soon, tearing himself away from the enchanting scene that has unfolded in this beautiful home. However, the magnetic pull of this gorgeous white woman - and the burgeoning feelings within him, make the prospect of saying goodbye all the more difficult.

Their deep connection has grown over the few days spent together in the absence of her husband, half way across the country on another  business trip.

Their chance meeting, their instant attraction, their intense flirtation, leading to deep sexual intimacy fueled with emotion. And now, the unspoken understanding of the impending farewell creating a complex web of more emotions. They both know that the imminent return of Jen's husband will bring the intimacy they have shared to an end.

Later in the day, as they stand face to face in the hall, Darius cannot find the right words. Jen, still unashamedly naked, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions, her large breasts full and moving in rhythm with her breathing. With a heavy heart, Darius bids his farewell, enveloping Jen in his strong arms and kissing her deeply, his tongue savoring for the last time her sweet and unforgettable taste. 

As he walks away from the beautiful home, the echoes of their extra-marital passion lingers in his mind. The beauty of the Sunday morning, the laughter in the kitchen, and the forbidden interracial attraction would become memories to add to his life story.