My experience in finding a lover (1-12)

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Foreword – Finding a Lover Isn't So Easy
Having lived in the US for many years and been married for many years, the familial bond between my spouse and I has gradually outweighed other emotions. So I've been dedicated
to finding a lover.
Not just someone like an ONE, but someone with a little mutual appreciation. Of course, there can't be too much emotion
, since we both have families, right?
The Chinese social circle is too small, so I've focused on dating white women. That's when I discovered
how high the rate of infidelity is among Westerners!
Over the years, I've met several fairly serious women, from 19-year-old college
girls to older housewives, all sorts of types. I've discovered that
maintaining a lover isn't so easy… balancing sex and emotion isn't so easy.
A while ago, I dated a housewives; she was blonde and blue-eyed, and I liked her (just a little overweight
; American women are generally a size larger than Chinese women, as everyone knows). But we broke up for various reasons.
Of course, we're still friends and casual sex partners, but the subtle feeling of a lover is gone.
These days have been pretty boring. If you're interested, I'll write a long story about my personal experiences to give you
some entertainment during your leisure time. It might also change the recent trend of female netizens being overly sentimental!
(1) Introduction
First of all, I want to declare that the only reason I'm writing this series is to give you more entertainment during your leisure time.
It's purely for entertainment purposes. The text is all based on my personal experiences, though I may have added some literary embellishments (but
my writing isn't very good, so the embellishments might be a mistake). If anyone wants to think I'm just fantasizing, that's fine too
, as long as you find it enjoyable.
Also, I'm just an ordinary person with a happy family, so please don't bother trying to find out more about me. I
use the internet from my old school to access MITBBS. It's a university in the middle of nowhere,
and the IP address is nowhere near where I work now. All the experiences I'm going to write about
happened after I graduated and started working. (When I was in school, I was a dedicated student and a good husband.) The purpose of saying all this is to show
that I don't want to reveal my personal information, so this series doesn't have any "submissive" meaning, since
none of us know each other anyway, right?
Also, I'm usually quite busy with work, so the writing might be a bit slow. I can't write at home at night, I can only
write at work.
I'll try to write about one post a day, please be patient.
All the women in the text are numbered with letters.
Okay, enough chit-chat...
----------- Introduction---------------------
My general situation: 30, 1.90 meters tall, decent-looking, and with a pretty good figure.
After graduating with my PhD and starting work, my life became stable and comfortable, and my marital relationship improved, so I began to "think of sex when I'm well-fed and clothed." Initially, I only
had the intention of being an online shopper and started looking online. As I mentioned before, the Chinese community is relatively small, so
I decided to only try my luck with foreign women.
My first time was with a 21-year-old white woman, A. After we started chatting online, we began emailing
and chatting on MSN. Looking back, I realize I was inexperienced and easily embarrassed back then. When
the topic of sex came up in conversation, I always skirted the edge, feeling quite reserved. A was a third-year college student at some
kind of boarding school in a rather remote corner of our state. It was the first time I'd ever heard of
boarding schools in America. These schools were probably expensive; she was likely from a wealthy family. The advantage, however,
was that their lives were more structured, making them more prone to hornyness. Heh.
We talked for several weeks before finally opening up about sex. We discussed our respective preferences. To
my delight, A liked mild BDSM, like being tied up and then having sex, of course, with
someone she trusted. This suited me perfectly. As a man, I also have a controlling nature and had imagined
tying up a woman for sex, but I'd never actually done it. After reaching this point, I started to feel envious
.
Later I discovered that despite the fact that American girls are generally tall and strong, a significant proportion of them enjoy mild SM
. More than two-thirds of the girls I dated were willing to try being tied up, so I actually enjoyed
some SM fun. Of course, I'm not crazily inclined; if a girl isn't interested,
that's fine with me.
Finally, we got to the topic of meeting. I said I'd drive to see her. She said okay… it's a three-hour drive between us
, and she doesn't have a car; she lives in a boarding school and can't go anywhere. She said they're not allowed to stay overnight off-campus
, so they "most likely" have to go back to school
. I noticed this "most likely" (maybe). I said okay, I'll come
see you during the day, and after that, we'll just let things happen naturally. (We'll just follow
the flow.)
Back then, we hadn't exchanged photos or anything, so we had no idea what each other looked like. All we knew
was height, weight, hair, and eye color—I was completely clueless. But to get with this white girl, I
didn't care too much. I did tell her I was Asian, and she said "fine." I'll
elaborate on that later—as an Asian, you have a significant disadvantage when it comes to dating white girls.
We finally agreed on a date. I happened to have a few days off for a business trip, so I could take the opportunity to leave home for a while.
A gave me the address of a small restaurant in her town, and we chose a Thursday,
the day she finished several major exams. Everything was settled, and I said, "See you to more." She said, "
Okay." I added, "I'll come with
..." She replied with "okay." My heart started pounding uncontrollably.
(2) First time -
Tuesday - Business trip during the week. I packed my clothes and work supplies and left home as usual. Since it was a weekday
and I did it often, I didn't rent a car, mainly to avoid trouble. Driving my own car also comes with a little symbolic allowance.
My mind was unsettled on the way, unsure about our Thursday appointment. But I quickly refocused on work.
After all, work was primary, the affair secondary.
Two busy and stressful days at work, the host was attentive, and everything went smoothly. Returning
to the hotel after dinner on Wednesday night, I breathed a sigh of relief, but my restless thoughts returned. I wondered what to bring for tomorrow but had no idea.
I drove to Walmart, bought some water, condoms, and two bundles of rope
. At that time, my only experience with bondage was fantasy; I had no practical experience. I picked out
two bundles of white, seemingly sturdy and clean rope. Later, I learned they were too thin and not soft enough.
Early Thursday morning, I showered, ate breakfast, put on my business casual attire, and
reviewed the driving directions I had printed online. Checking out and hitting the road…
Our state is considered relatively prosperous, but I've
never been to the remote area where A's school is located before.
After driving for over an hour, we entered the mountains, mostly winding country roads, two
lanes, one in each direction, with speed limits mostly between 30-35 mph. There were very few cars on the road, so I drove at a
leisurely pace, my mind constantly replaying all our previous conversations, all the details, what to say when we met, what to talk about first
, what to discuss next, what A would be like, and how to suggest going to a hotel if things were going well. I remembered
A saying before I left that her hair used to be brown, but she liked to change the color, so now it was red
. She asked me what color I liked and she could change it. I said at the time that it didn't matter, I quite liked red
. Thinking about it, I realized I was too nice; I'm actually not a fan of red hair, I should have just told her to dye it
blue.
The journey was uneventful, and we finally arrived at this small mountain town around 11 a.m. Following the directions A gave me
, I found the small restaurant, parked the car nearby, got out, breathed a sigh of relief, straightened my clothes,
and stepped inside. Inside, I found it almost empty, except for one customer sitting by the window
: an American girl. It could only be her! After a moment's hesitation, I walked over, smiled slightly, and
asked, "Hi."
"Hi," she replied, also smiling.
"Are you?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered with a smile and stood up.
"You must be Z" (from now on, I'll use Z to represent myself).
"Yes. Nice to meet you in the same way," I replied
.
"Nice to meet you too," she replied with a smile.
For a moment, we hesitated, unsure whether to shake hands or something else. I raised both hands, A
smiled slightly, and we gave each other a light shove before sitting down facing each other.
I glanced up at her, and she lowered her head slightly, looking a little embarrassed. Strangely enough, from the first
moment I saw her, all my unease and tension vanished instantly. Suddenly, everything felt like having
a meal and chatting with an ordinary friend; I completely relaxed. Later, I realized this was a personal trait of mine, so
I always met white girls in person and chatted with them as the primary method.
There weren't many customers in the small mountain town at 11 o'clock. But since we were there, we had to eat something. After the waitress arrived,
I ordered a few things casually. I still remember that this restaurant had many ways of preparing potatoes, and the waitress kept
asking me repeatedly whether I wanted this or that, which made me a little annoyed, but I didn't dare show it; my mind wasn't on the food. A was very quiet,
didn't eat anything, and only ordered a drink. After we sat down, we chatted casually. I'm quite good at chatting.
I've always had many basketball buddies in the US, mostly white and black. We
never missed our school's intramural games and were always a strong team. We often hang out at bars, so I'm pretty good at American-style casual conversation
. I chatted with A about her hobbies, life, and so on, while carefully observing her.
A was quite good-looking, though not the kind of hot girl who immediately stands out in a crowd. She
was genuinely pretty, with fair skin that had a rosy glow. I was slightly disappointed that she was a little chubby,
though not excessively so. Looking back, A was about average-sized for a white girl, but back then I'd only ever dated
Chinese girls, and I was used to the slender figures of Asian women, so I always thought white girls were on the larger side.
A always smiled, watching me eat while answering my questions. I chatted with her casually, and
all the topics were wholesome. There wasn't a single thing about sex that we talked about online. Gradually, I
finished my meal, and the atmosphere became a little awkward. The waitress came over, exchanged a few pleasantries, and after taking the bill I paid,
it was finally time to make a decision. After the table was cleared, we fell into a moment of awkward silence.
"So…" I said, "About me…did you, my dear
?"
"No.
You'll probably…" she replied with a smile, then countered with, "What about
me? Do you want to?"
Even someone with little experience knew there was only one answer: "You're delicious.
"
We smiled at each other, both feeling a little more relaxed. I looked out the window and asked, "Is there any place we can go
?" I still didn't know how to bring up asking for a room,
and I didn't know where there were hotels. I really didn't know where to go; I couldn't just sit in a restaurant all
afternoon.
"Well , know there is this motel just out the
corner of the town,"
she said. I was momentarily stunned. Wasn't that it? All that brainstorming turned out so easily?
I immediately replied, "Let's go."
"Okay," she answered. We got up, left the restaurant, and got into my car.
The town was really small; we arrived in just a few minutes. We got off the bus and went into the reception room. I went up to open the room
. A quietly stepped back and waited. The town was also inexpensive, costing only $40 a night. I paid in cash
, signed the papers, and got the key. I turned around and smiled at A, who smiled back and came out with me. When we reached the room door,
I opened it, gestured for her to go in first, and put my arm around her waist. A smiled slightly again and
stepped into the room. I followed her in, then turned around and closed the door. After thinking for a moment, I
opened it again and hung the "don't disturb" sign out, closed the door, and locked it from the inside. A watched me do this
without saying a word. I turned around and thought to myself, "Finally, we've reached this point..."
(3) The Second Time
After the door was closed behind me, the room became quiet, with only the two of us facing each other. As I was wondering
what to say, A said, "I need to use the restroom."
"Okay," I replied.
A turned and went into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the room. I looked around the room; it was a
very ordinary motel room, with a large bed, two bedside tables on either side, a TV on a half-height cabinet
, a small desk with a chair, a telephone, and a lamp—a very simple setup. For a moment, I didn't know what to do
, and I instinctively picked up the remote to turn on the TV. Then I thought, I've come all this way,
why would I want to watch TV? Haven't I had enough at home? We've come this far, so let's stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point.
So I sat down on the edge of the bed, still feeling a bit awkward, thinking that taking off my clothes and getting
into bed right now seemed a bit much. Then I remembered what was in my backpack, so I opened it, took out
the condoms, and put them on the bedside table. I also took out the rope and unpacked it. I straightened the rope and found it was too long. I wanted to cut it
into several pieces, but I didn't have scissors or a knife, so I had to fold it in half and then in half again. At that time
, I was a complete novice when it came to bondage; I should have done all this preparation much earlier. Besides, the new rope was quite stiff and could easily hurt my skin, so it wasn't very suitable.
I learned all of this later.
Just as I draped the rope over the edge of the bed, A came out of the bathroom. She saw the rope,
smiled slightly, a little embarrassed, and didn't say anything.
"So…" I began, "Hereweave, finally…" "
Yay, finally," she said. She paused briefly, then continued, "I'm
sorry. But I can't do that to day." "You can't do what? 　　"
I was genuinely surprised, even though I knew
what "do that" meant.
"You know...that..." A gestured towards her genitals, "
I 　　have a condition to day that keeps me from doing that." "What condition?" I couldn't help but ask. 　　"Just condition..." A stammered, trying to be evasive. 　　I was genuinely disappointed, thinking, "If you're on your period or something, couldn't you schedule it for another day?" I'm already 　　at a loss; what will I do if you pull back the target? At this point, I couldn't care less. 　　Saying, "Well, well, see what we can," I stepped forward, without 　　hesitation, pulling A into my right arm, supporting her cheek with my left, and kissing her. 　　A didn't resist at all, obediently meeting my lips. Our lips met, and in an instant, all 　　the virtual online interactions before became reality. I opened my lips, my tongue slightly protruding. A understood and 　　opened her mouth as well, and our tongues intertwined. The gentle kiss turned into a passionate, intense one. Apart from our 　　rapid breathing, the room returned to silence. I put my left arm around her, and A responded by 　　holding me tightly with both arms. My hands began to roam over her back, experiencing the feel of each part. Although this white girl looked 　　bigger than the Asian girls, she didn't have much excess fat to the touch; in fact, she felt quite nice. I then unceremoniously touched 　　her buttocks. The feeling here was so much better: big, round, elastic, and fleshy. Once my hands were on her, 　　they couldn't leave. I grabbed her two round buttocks hard with my palms, pressing her down forcefully 　　. 　　I was burning with desire, my penis already erect, pressing against her lower abdomen. I thought to myself, if you can't do that, then 　　nothing else can escape. I moved A to the edge of the bed, and gently pushed her down onto it. Our lips remained locked in a kiss 　　. I pulled my hands out from behind her, grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, then used my left hand to cross her arms 　　and press them onto the bed, freeing my right hand to go directly to her breasts. The feeling here was soft and big, indeed 　　larger than the average Asian woman's. I unceremoniously grabbed her breasts in my hands and kept kneading them... 　　A's breathing became more rapid, and I became even more excited. As I stood up, I straddled her, 　　bending over so my left hand was still holding down her hands, while my right hand reached for the rope beside the bed. 　　I picked up one end and began to tie her hands. She opened her eyes and softly asked, "Can you take out 　　of him, can you?" 　　I paused slightly, realizing her meaning, but on a whim, I joked, "Yes, but 　　not with her." 　　"What?" Though still softly, I saw a flicker of panic in her eyes for a moment. I quickly 　　stopped, gently touched her face with my right hand, looked straight into her eyes, and said, "Hey... 　　don't worry. I'll never see you." 　　"And when you're with me, I'll never 　　see you again." 　　She met my gaze for a few seconds, smiled slightly, and whispered, "Okay."I leaned down and gently kissed her again, whispering in her ear: "Justex, justb 　　emine, girl."

A stopped speaking and closed her eyes again. I stood up and continued binding her hands, wrapping the rope horizontally around her
wrists several times before tying a knot, then turning it 90 degrees and wrapping it vertically several times before tying another knot. It
was quite strong. A long section of rope remained; what to do? An idea struck me, and I
threw the other end of the rope over the edge of the bed.
I climbed off her, saying, "Don't move." I threw the long end of the rope from under the opposite
bed to this side, picked it up from the floor, and pulled it tight. A's body straightened, her hands
stretched straight above her head. I then used the rope to tie her feet. Excited, my hands moved
quickly, binding them quite tightly.
After finishing, I felt a sense of relief. I stood up to admire my work. A's eyes remained closed, her hands
and feet tightly bound, her body stretched taut by the rope attached to the floor. I walked over, unbuttoned her
shirt, took off her bra, and unbuttoned her jeans down to below her knees. Except for a small silk panty,
she was completely naked and exposed before me. I couldn't resist any longer; I quickly
stripped myself naked and pounced on her. My mouth and hands roamed freely over her body, and she responded with even more rapid breathing
. I thought to myself, what am I going to do if this condition prevents me from doing anything? So I mounted
her again and placed my long-erect penis to her mouth. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took it in.
I was delighted and began to thrust. After only a few thrusts, I felt the position was really awkward.
It was inconvenient to put my hard penis in her lying mouth. So I got up, turned around, and put my penis back in her mouth in a 69 position
. This position was much more comfortable, and I could also play with her genitals.
...The following is a repetition of the actions, omitted...
What I remember most vividly is that at the time, I felt it was the best oral sex I had ever experienced in my life. A swallowed deeply,
sucking hard, sometimes going all the way in, and never letting go to breathe. My pleasure was extremely intense. Just
before I ejaculated, I asked, "Where did you want to me?" (I'm
really a very sweet person.) A, while swallowing, mumbled, "Where
did you want to." I was overjoyed and continued to enjoy it. Finally, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated. A
stopped sucking, her mouth tightly holding my semen, swallowing it all down with my spasms. I was extremely
surprised and delighted because no woman had ever given me oral sex and swallowed my semen before; this was the first time in
my life. Later, after sleeping with many white women, I realized that perhaps due to cultural differences, all the white women I slept with took oral sex and swallowing semen
for granted, without exception. And except for one inexperienced 19-year-old, all of them
were deep inhaling without pausing for breath, and their techniques were all excellent.
After ejaculating, I lay down next to her to rest, without untying her. We chatted idly for a while
. After a while, I turned to my side and started playing with her body, mainly her white and large breasts. I
also occasionally touched her genitals. Unsurprisingly, I soon got hard again. I reached out and pulled her
panties down below her knees, and she began to moan "no, no, no." I saw that her genitals
were cleanly shaved and smelled fragrant, obviously carefully prepared. Where did this condition come from that
I couldn't have sex with? In a flash, I realized that she had a SM fetish and wanted to create an atmosphere of being forced . Having figured this out, I didn't point it out and decided to have sex with her. But it was difficult to do it while she was lying down, and I 　　was reluctant
to untie her .
So I forcefully turned her 180 degrees on the bed, from lying straight to lying face down, her hands and feet
still bound and stretched out. I forcefully stuffed a pillow under her to prop up her buttocks. A's "nononon
o..." moans grew stronger. I hesitated for a moment, then thought that personal safety came first, so I grabbed
a condom from the bedside table, put it on, and then grabbed her large, round buttocks with both hands and thrust in
. A's body hardened, her buttocks rose up, and the "nononono" moans stopped abruptly.
...Repeated the action, slightly...
After ejaculating again, I turned her over to lie flat. We started chatting again, and I continued
to play with her body. Later, as it was getting late, I said, "Let's go eat." She said okay. Only then did I take off her ties.
A went to the bathroom to clean up, and we went to another restaurant for a nice dinner. Of course, I paid.
After dinner, we went back to the room, lay on the bed, and kissed and chatted while watching TV. Slowly, I
felt myself getting hard again. I usually ejaculate quickly the first time due to the strong stimulation, generally lasting only 5 or 6 minutes. The second
time is my main time, usually lasting a little over 20 minutes. After that, I get quite tired, probably because of
years of exercise; I always thrust vigorously, varying the rhythm and depth, but never reducing the force. It
's not that I do it intentionally, I just like it strong. (On this point, I really dislike Japanese adult films;
the male characters are always moaning, and even their final ejaculation isn't very forceful.) Sometimes after resting , I
can go a third time, but this time it lasts longer, always around 40 minutes. Maintaining that vigor is very
physically demanding, comparable to running a 10,000-meter race. Several times I've been drenched in sweat, and in the end, I've
given up because I can't ejaculate. There's no pleasure to speak of, so I usually don't think about a third time.
But today, I'm thinking about it. Firstly, it's a rare opportunity; who knows when I'll get another chance? Secondly, I
knew I was very strong the third time, and I wanted to show A that I didn't want Westerners to think Asians were sexually incompetent.
Why not prove myself? Just then, A suddenly stood up and said, "It's kneaded
to go."
"Where?" I asked. It was almost 8 o'clock; I thought she was sleeping there.
"School, you know
. It's
kneaded to go back." I was a little disappointed, and while getting up, I said, "Okay then." Suddenly, I remembered her previous words, "I might go back to neck,
" and her hesitant manner before I did it to her today
. Judging from her ambiguous tone now, she wanted me to force her again. So I followed her to the door, suddenly...
I pressed her against the door, forcefully twisting her hands behind her back, and whispered in her ear, "Oh no,
you're not going anywhere. Tonight, you're
going to me." She immediately started
moaning again, "No, no, no. Let me go. Please." But she offered no resistance. I was certain she had no
intention of resisting, so I pushed her to the bedside with her hands behind her back and forced her down. I picked up a rope from the floor and tied her hands
behind her back. After tying her up, I turned her over and laid her down, roughly opening her shirt, throwing away her bra, and
pulling off her jeans and underwear. I grabbed a condom, put it on, and hoisted her legs high onto my shoulders,
thrusting inside her without a word. A uttered "Deargod" and then fell silent.
...The following are many repetitive actions, omitted...
After I finally ejaculated, like the third time as usual, I was drenched in sweat,
as if I had just played a high-intensity basketball game. A lay there, her eyes glazed, her hair disheveled, muttering "ohm
ygod...mygod...
mygod." I didn't really feel any pleasure, the main feeling was the massive physical exhaustion.
However, the sense of conquest of seeing her bound beneath me, letting me thrust into her, was still very strong.
Later, I untied her, and we took a bath together, went to bed, watched TV, and chatted. Actually, it was only around 9 o'clock
; if she really wanted to go back to school, she would have, so it was clear that the earlier pretense was just an act. We were both exhausted, and
soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
Nothing more was said that night.
After eating a little something the next morning, A said, "Now I really have to go." I said, "Okay, I'm going home too
." So we checked out and took her to her school, which was only a 5-minute walk away. We kissed goodbye in the car.
A smiled slightly again and said, "I have a great time yesterday.
"
"Soddidi," I replied.
"I mean it . I
really enjoyed it. You were making it."
"So you my girl . I really enjoyed
you."
A smiled again, turned around, got out of the car, and left. I waved to her and turned around to go home.
(4) Miscellaneous Thoughts
I've finished writing about my first time with A. After reading it myself, I feel like it's a bit like a romance novel. Actually, I wrote it all from memory,
recalling the scene at the time, writing down whatever came to mind. The impression of that first time is still fresh in my memory after so many years.
One thing I regretted later was not bringing my camera and not taking pictures to commemorate my first time. I do have
a lot of photos now, though. I'll post a few later. (Are there any restrictions on posting pictures here? Can I post pictures of nudity or SM
?)
I only met A again later, mainly because we were a bit far apart and it wasn't convenient. The second time was easy, nothing
special. At that time, I was mainly interested in ONS, so my attention was mainly focused on the local area
.
I originally intended to write a chronological account, but I found that I don't remember many things clearly. So I decided not to
write in chronological order, but to pick some memorable ones. Some were very enjoyable, some were embarrassing, and some
were quite special. I'm just writing them down to give you some fun. I'll try to write from memory as much as possible; read it as a fact or fantasy,
it's up to you.
Let me start with some miscellaneous things, things that might interest some people.
I don't have any main websites for finding white girls. Sometimes I just browse some random free websites, and it's all
about finding them.
Sometimes I register on paid websites like AdultFriend. Initially
, Craigslist was passable, but now the number of fake female IDs on these sites
is outrageous; over 90% are just trying to scam your emails. Paid websites are better (but still
limited). I just rely on luck; over time, I'll meet more people.
I usually don't actively ask to exchange photos. It's not that I think I'm bad-looking; in fact,
I'm considered quite good-looking among Asians. But Eastern and Western aesthetics differ, and most white women aren't attracted to East Asians.
This is largely due to the negative influence of figures like Zhang Yimou, Western-dominated films, and the image of Jackie Chan
. Photos only show an Asian face; you can't see height or demeanor, so they're not very helpful. I usually
choose places nearby, asking to meet for a drink or something. If things go well, we can talk about other things; if not, we
part amicably. Sometimes, if the meeting doesn't go well, I'll walk away. But once we meet,
it's almost always a success for me, with a success rate of over 90%.
If a woman asks to exchange photos first, I never refuse. I have a Chinese face, nothing
to be ashamed of, do whatever you want. However,
it often happens that things are going well in the chat, but the interest wanes after exchanging photos. There's nothing I can do about that. Every time I meet a white woman online, the thing I'm most unsure about is when to reveal that
I'm Asian. (Whether I'm Chinese or not doesn't matter; to them, there's no difference between China, Japan, and Korea. I also feel that
most of them have a stronger impression of China and the least, almost zero, of South Korea.) If I reveal it too early, some women automatically
lose interest; if I reveal it too late, they're usually surprised and suspect I was hiding something. I
've dated 20-30 white women in total, and without exception, I've never had any
intimate contact with any Asian woman. So I usually feel a bit of pressure, and I never let my guard down the first time with them, lest I reinforce their
misconception that Asians have poor sexual function.
I have a bottom line: I always use a condom during intercourse. Personal safety comes first; I can't
let momentary pleasure ruin long-term happiness. Besides, I'm already cheating on my wife; if I bring her a disease,
that would be a huge sin. In fact, almost all the white women I know value "d"

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