If, like me, you get intense, mind-blowing, cock-twitching sexual pleasure from seeing gorgeous, unobtainable white women on the arms of powerful Black alpha males, then boy, do I have a sighting for you!
On Saturday afternoon, I met a friend at Alfred's, one of the most fashionable coffee shops in town. It's a great place for girl watching - and as it was a sunny day, we sat outside. We'd been there for a while talking and enjoying the views and were about to wrap things up, when my cuck-radar started tingling.
Coming over from across the street was a Black male, white female couple who could have stopped traffic. He was a big, dark-skinned Black guy with dreads, wearing a red sports sweatshirt, and baggy black low-hanging jeans, walking with the kind of swagger that I believe the kids these days call "big dick energy".
She was a blonde goddess. Tall, slim, beautiful - probably around 5 foot 9 or 5 foot 10 and mid-20s at a guess. She was wearing a tiny, tight fitting white crop top, blue denim daisy duke jean shorts and knee high black leather boots with a heel on them. What a killer outfit!
They passed in front of us and disappeared into the coffee shop. I was lost in a vision of long legs, black boots and blonde hair. I kept my friend talking, desperately hoping that I could spin things out until this breath-taking couple emerged. Finally, they did, coffees in hand, and paused on the pavement to take a sip and talk.
There was clearly zero self-consciousness going on with this couple. As is the case with so many IR pairings. They didn't give a shit who was gawking as they stood in the sun with their drinks. I could guess any number of things about who this girl was - a model seems obvious - but these days, who knows?
She had a look a little like my mega-crush Alexis Clark, with long straight blonde hair, blue eyes and a really gorgeous, full-lipped face. Her skin was flawless, smooth and lightly tanned and beautifully displayed by the little white crop top and denim daisy dukes that looked like they'd been spray-painted on.
She had a flat stomach, adorned with a shining belly button jewel, medium sized breasts, and a gorgeously shaped pert and toned rear - somewhere in between modern #whitegirlsevolving "booty" and catwalk model slim. The cheeks were beautifully delineated by the tight shorts, with a tantalizing glimpse of flesh on display. Her legs were long, shapely, silk-smooth and lucent in the sun. The black leather boots came up to her knees and the heels gave her even more height and delightful posture. As I always do, I tried to drink in every little detail for my memory-banks, my cock twitching in the ecstasy of frustration.
I have no idea how much time elapsed before they crossed back over the street. They headed to a large black Mercedes SUV, climbed in - and then they were gone. Leaving me to my musings of just how much things have changed since I first discovered my interracial obsession twenty years ago.
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