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[Curious scott]

Once you go black…………. Sometimes you go back!

This isn’t a story to attack interracial relationships or lifestyle. It’s taken time to admit but I’m very turned on by the whole lifestyle. Something I couldn’t admit to friends and family, my wife left me for a black man and from then on the whole idea of black men and white women has become a fascination to me, it’s truly the only thing that gets me aroused. Again I wouldn’t admit this and I only do because this site I can remain anonymous except what I choose to share. Infact I go as far as to even admit seeing an attractive white woman dating a white boy I honestly get angry in pornography I can never entertain anything but gorgeous white women and stud muscular hung black men.

So this story may shock a few after that brief introduction.

I’ve been single since my wife left me I talked about it in a story I told about my wife leaving me and being in utter shock at the whole London interracial lifestyle. In the years that have passed I can honestly say I’ve become almost obsessed, my love life has been none existent, I’m basically only turned on by women who don’t want me, women who clearly date black men only. In London if you search for it there’s quite the lifestyle and night life for interracial clubs, you’ll rarely find much info on these due to discrimination laws but trust me they exist. LOTS OF THEM EXIST. I’ve spoken of the fashion and trends and I’ll admit I love it again it very sexy and glamours the look of a woman dating a black man and that how popular it’s become that certain outfits or specific types of clothing are just considered interracial.

Now for perspective, government stats from the uk censors and nhs stats. All this will help people not from the uk and London to understand. The white population of London is 35% that’s a minority. All white marriages have the highest divorce rate almost 70%. Black men & white women are the highest percentage demographic couple in London. White women aged 30 to 49 in London are having more black babies than the whole of black women in the London boroughs. London secondary schools show white boys leaving school between 16-18, 95% have never had a relationship or intercourse. The same polling shows 14-18 white girls leaving school over 50% are in a relationship with a black boy or had intercourse with a black boy. A uk sex shop chain called pulse and cocktails revealed chastity devices are outselling vibrators. 99% of uk crossdressers are white boys. A uk activist lgbtq group show over 80% of uk crossdressers admit to interracial fashions for women as their motivation. Uk high street fashion outlets also reveal polling from customers that over 90% of lingerie across London is purchased by white women within interracial relationships.

So with all this in mind and zero objectivity from myself I want to tell you about my experience of meeting a woman through a dating website and honestly and a little ashamedly to admit because she posted a pic of her with family and 2 of her 3 kids were biracial. She was honestly sweet and very polite, very attractive but even throughout our chat I just wanted to talk to her about her once being a black man’s trophy. As we went on more dates and got more friendly she opened up more and it seemed like honestly we were to middle aged people just looking for company. But I couldn’t help but have this fascination of her past relationship. As a few weeks went by she would show me pictures of herself, her kids, friends, holidays, etc…….

I truly just wanted to interview her why did she go from being quite frankly a “bimbo” for a black man to a middle aged reserved mother seeing myself. Now I truly got feelings for this lady and when it became very obvious she was liking me, I wanted to trigger the conversation about her ex but not seem like an insecure white boy. So I blurted it out one evening complementing her how sexy she dressed whilst with her ex, saying how confident she looked.But she giggled just brushed it off, saying it was in the past she was younger, he was much younger and it was fun. So I asked her maybe she would dress like that for me?….. then the giggle became a louder laugh, “oh god no, not for you” so I was a bit shy but asked why not…… then the concerned look from her “well because your……….. white!” I looked at her intrigued but deep inside a was hoping she’d elaborate.

She took in a heavy breath then a sign and apologised not wanting to offend. Then she opened up with reasons and logic. I was the most turned on I’d been in her company since we met hearing her explain the lifestyle of being a black mans trophy saying how awkward she’d feeling wearing stockings for me, how she joked her friends would lynch her if she wore a pvc dress out with me, saying her days of wearing killer heels had gone and admitted she had to check with her daughter about what outfit to wear for me. Telling me how a few times the dress went back in the closet and jeans came out instead. I should’ve hated every word she said but I loved it, hearing it a woman unashamedly saying white boys don’t deserve a woman to dress sexy or slutty for me, for us!!!

So then I asked the only question I had left so why ain’t you with a black man now. The answer shocked me more.

Her explanation was pressure! Anxiety! And how demanding her ex was. She confessed her ex was over 15yrs younger, she loved the original attention he gave her, the constant compliments and encouragement for her to dress how he wanted, she admitted the love for him and the lifestyle she lived was addictive. She said somethings didn’t sit right with her, the constant demand he had to show her off, constantly going out, the constant demand to be his trophy. But she felt conflicted because all her girlfriends over time had started relationships with black men. She didn’t want to be the one moaning of wanting a night in wearing joggers watching tv. When it was a given to wear tiny tight dresses and crazy high heels. She talked how through her pregnancies with her ex’s how he still demanded her to maintain the look and image. Until she admitted it got too much, she just needed time away. They couldn’t agree he didn’t want a woman who wanted that and so they split and she admitted it’s exhausting dating a black man. The confidence and image to be his trophy, the demanding sex life, she wanted a quieter life now she was passed 50 even joking with me it’s hard to wear 6” heels and skin tight dresses doing the weekly shop in your 50’s.

I wish I could finish the story by saying we’re happy together and I’m in a great place but almost after hearing exactly what I wanted to hear she told me it’s best we don’t continue. I was truly gutted but she wasn’t shy with her reasoning. She told me she didn’t want to say it because everytime white boys can’t handle it, there insecurities are exposed, they start questioning if they compare, the size question or issue comes up. I wanted to scream that it didn’t matter but she didn’t flinch it ended with a smile a handshake and her saying she wants a guy who doesn’t want to make her past the conversation for her future.

I’m not sure if anyone will relate to this experience. This is just my experience. I guess some women have there reasons and yes they can go back!