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My simping over interracial relationships.
As a POC who married a white guy, I didn't know I was so into these until I got a little older. It doesn't matter who is what but the moment I see POC x Non-POC, I'm immediately hooked.
Sir Torsten Unger and Olleander! I wanted them to be together so bad, I could taste it. I mean, they were together but like I needed more because I'm an addict.
I just finished Defy the Stars but this has WAY MORE PERSONAL TOUCH TO IT BECAUSEEEEEEEE THE MC is Latina and Abel is a blonde guy. Not to mention our names use the same first letter, lol.
I told my husband about Noemi and Abel and he said: "Are you fetishizing me? I'm husband." It's kinda funny because my husband has autism, so some of the funny things he says kind reminds me of Abel.
So, yes, if you are writing a poc x non-poc in your book. I will read it and project myself on it so hard.
I finally did it
I haven’t been going to my sister’s church much lately. While there are a lot of good people there, I’m not a Christian. Certainly, they’re accepting of me, but it still feels not quite right. Instead, I’ve been taking Sunday mornings to go for a run out in nature, as a way of getting in touch with my religion. No headphones, no music, no phone. Just me and nature. This morning was the same. I drove to a nearby park. It’s a small, secluded one with a few park benches along a nice path through some trees. I like going there on Sunday mornings because I’m always the only person there then, and it allows me to really get away from all the hubbub of daily life. Commune with nature, that sort of thing. As I prayed to Venus this morning, like I always do, I got the very strong impression from her of the phrase “Don’t Say No.” So I went for my run. But this time, about halfway through, there was a guy sitting on a park bench along the path. An okay-looking black guy, just sitting and enjoying nature I guess. I bet you can see where this was heading. As I’m approaching, I hear the guy catcall and say I’m a pretty little white girl. Now normally, I would have just ignored him and gone on. But I dunno. I was thinking about sex throughout the run, and my feelings from the morning just made me decide sure, what the hell, I’ll engage for once. See what happens. So I’m like “You really think so?” and we have a little bit of banter. He says something about going for a ride, and I said “Actually, I’ve never fucked a black cock.” Then he said “Ya wanna?” Don’t Say No. So I didn’t. I pulled down my shorts and bent over the bench, and he stuck his black cock in me. He muttered a few things about my “tight white pussy” and got to fucking. It felt good. Y'know, like sex does. I, of course, was super turned on because I was fucking a complete stranger. In the woods. Where we could get caught. He didn’t talk much as he fucked me and fondled my tits. After a few minutes, I told him that I wasn’t on the pill or anything. And that I was ovulating, so he’d probably make me pregnant. He (sadly) didn’t say anything in response, but kept fucking me. A little while later, he grunted and slammed his hips into me and I felt him cumming in me. He must not have in a while, because he filled me up good, and when he pulled out, some of it spilled out. He muttered a few more compliments about how good I was or something. I pulled up my shorts and smiled at him and told him I enjoyed it. I finished my run with his black baby batter leaking from my fertile white cunt.