Well, It’s True, Boo; Now, What Are You Gonna Do?:

A thick bitch like this is what I’m missing, she loves to do quite a bit of dick kissing.

She’s quite uninhibited, and she’ll do freaky shit in my solicit bed.

I dig being captivated by shit like this, too — TWO BIG OLE — Becky Boos.

These types usually fuck and suck — like no other — until my chocolate sausage hiccups.

I mean, I dig skinny girls also:

leaving immense ejaculate on their backs and buttholes.

Remember, I’m the equal opportunity devourer, and I’m giving a cornucopia of broads thick-ass cum showers.

I’m not selfish, though. I eat whores’ pussies plus their washed-up assholes.

I’m a cold soul, and my ex wife once told me: “You control women through sex!” I’m thinking: the bitch is/was correct.

There ain’t no shame in my game; I’m trying to manipulate chicks with my mouth and dick until those freaky bitches lose it and go insane.

I Can’t Help It; I Just Don’t Give A Shit!

This is the face of an unscrupulous scoundrel; I’m a hound dog, and woman — I’m just trying to dig off in your pants.

Stacks of Money


Stacks of Pussy

those are the only things in life that tempt Ole Reecie.

I’m not going to do anything illegal, though, to obtain the doe or a hoe.

And, speaking of hoes: I also have to admit that I love writing freaky shit.

I’m The King of Smut, and

I just love to write about digging off in a bitch’s greased-up butt!

I love writing about how a broad makes my BBC-Challenged phallus hiccup.

I dig writing about the look in a prude woman’s eyes once my oral masterpiece is buried in her hidden thighs.

Again, woman, I know I’m vulgar, and I have no filter.

I guess you can sort of assume that my life imitates my art or vice versa.

The erotic literature I pen is a scorcher.

…to be continued…

This Is For The Redneck In You:

Are you one of those racist-ass white bitches that crave black cum or dick?


Are you a bisexual vixen that loves to get your bottom tasted on by little Chocolate somethings?

Oh, if only walls could talk, I bet there’s a gang of skeletons plus a lot of brother ejaculate that would ooze from your prejudice mouth.

But, of course, you have to keep up your image and not share with your family plus the world that you play games of interracial scrimmage.

You love getting penetrated and licked on by the very dudes that are objects of many stories on your nightly news.

Do you rub your pussy before bed imagining that’s a black man between your legs giving you sloppy, disgusting head?

Do you envision him sliding between those once head-receiving thighs only to push himself inside until you want to cry?

Woah is you, my little confused specimen; I am the guy that’s pleasuring you and offering up nothing but this here sinister grin.

I love when white women try to resist my aura and call me too vulgar. It’s quite the site — to see you minutes later — manipulating my dick with hands and mouth until I’m hard.

White bitch, own your shit — YOU LOVE AND ARE INTOXICATED — by the essence of a black erection.

Your racism can’t suppress your animalistic tendency to mate with a brown guy like me.

Well, I’m trying to know you — in the biblical sense — so, give up those juicy contents…

Little Chocolate Pussy, How Are You Doing?

Your owner is comical to me: playing like she’s not nasty. She claims to be a woman in the streets and also one when she steps into her home — what a goddamn fallacy.

Because: I know a thing or two about the freak in both of you. Black Pussy stays energized; there’s always a little some some being ignited between those copper thighs:

The person that houses you fondles her erect nipples which in turn leaves sensuous ripples.

Pussy, you leak constantly. And, you just want to get pounded by a homie.

You want your insides to be impaled — so much so — that your master has no choice but to yell.

Dear Pussy, you can’t control yourself. No matter what, you can’t be thrown upon a shelf.

Just look at your hairy ass getting rubbed each and every way; your outsides get manipulated day after day.

You’re chained to a female that never bids you farewell, not even a rest. And when this session is done, you’re a complete mess.

Are You A Fair Lady?

How did you stumble upon this pervertish space? Did you behold my copper-colored face?

Or, did you find yourself staring at my back all the while wondering what’s up with this website; is this black man just a hack?

Are you a woman that I’ve fucked, or have I eaten your pussy before? You’re ninja watching me here to see what’s new — and — to see if I’m still some man whore?

I’m just a never-satisfied recluse that never tires of putting my mouth and dick on a bitch’s clit; I’m just lewd!

To You New Chicks:

Don’t play; I can smell the anticipation of what’s to come racing from your face.

You play like a prude, but I can smell the freak oozing from you.

You may be able to throw off that salacious scent when in the presence of naive guys, but I’m aware of your illicit disguise.

I’m about to unveil you, though, and I’m about to seap into the crevices of all your holes.

This here BBC-Challenged phallus of mines is ready to beat/dig off in your anticipating behind.

And, yes, I know: you’re confused now; you don’t know whether you want to flee from me or get down.

You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last; if you stay any longer, my dick might just be buried in your tight ass.

You’ll be pondering while I’m drilling, “How did I end up here with this lunatic guy?!”

I’ll be impaling you from the back like this:

And, I’ll be eating what’s deep back between your wet thighs!

There ain’t nothing like a disgusting bitch that just knows what she is, and she’ll never deny that shit.

Tell me you’re a whore and that I can use your body however and whenever forever more…

Ladies, Beware, I’m On A Mission To Get To Your Hair!

I’m telling you from the jump that I ain’t about shit, and you won’t change it.

I’m not trying to meet your family and kids; you know what it is.

I’m not trying to wax your floor; woman, I’m trying to make you my dirty little whore. And, don’t try to play like you’re some prude that hasn’t moseyed on down this road before.

So, you see: I Am unscrupulous at my core.

You’re either going to love or hate me; there is no in between; I’m freaky and mean.

You already know what I’m about, but you insisted upon venturing into my illicit pond!

You’re exposing your tits, ass, and clit — now claiming — you don’t do freaky shit.

I must be having a V8 because there’s no way you’re trying me like this in my place.

Dropping your little bait in my rough high seas: you’re trying to finesse Ole Reecie.

I already told you that I don’t do that fucking friendzone, so get ready to jump on this chocolate BBC-challenged bone.

Perk your lips up, too because those plump things are about to get introduced to my mini dude.

You’ve dealt with mega cucks and tricks if you think you’re not going to part ways with some dick on lips and tits, bitch!

P.S. If we exchange numbers, and you play like a prude, I’m immediately hanging up on you.

Public Service Announcement:

We’re not friends unless we’re bumping skins; I’m not giving you any kind of attention unless it’s my cum you’re drinking.

You won’t be using me as a shoulder to cry on; I’m not your project you work on for fun.

I’m not the bro you use to boost your ego when the world puts you in your place and insists that you’re: A FOUR.

That’s between you and your self esteem; my dick just wants to sample your saliva and wants you to lick away at its seams.

I want you to suck my penis’s head — like the dirty little whore that you are — make those pussy and ass cheeks spread.

Give me a view of your damp abyss; word on the street is: you’ve even enjoyed a couple of fists.

So, don’t try to insert me into your little Friendship Jail where I don’t stand the chance of getting that tail.

I’m trying to walk among the living — as a free man — so, just do me a favor and grab my dick in your hand.

Manipulate my grower as you please, and get on your knees to do the dirty deed.

Stop Playing!

Stop disguising yourself as some prude little lady; I know just what your doctor prescribed, dear crazy.

I’m someone that wants to hoist your legs in the air and feed on your anticipating derriere plus your wet hair.

I’m trying to stare into your temptress eyes while I’m having my way with you in between your plump thighs.

I’m trying to have you reaching for the air and trying to grab ahold of what’s not there.

Does this sound like something that you’d crave in your near future, you deceptive creature?!

Or, are you going to continue on with the facade/charade and pretend as though you don’t want your bottom slayed.

Because: I’m only for uninhibited seductresses that want to taste at my quivering lips. The introductions and pleasantries: let’s just skip.

I’m not that beating-around-the-bush guy. Upon you entering my abode (or me yours), it’s straight to a bobbing breast, I’m heading for.

I’m going to thrust it in my chocolate mouth — that southern hospitality — that’s what I’m talking bout.

A little bit of my saliva will soak the surface of one areola and then your perky nipple. I bet now, your once prude ass isn’t fickle.

You’re now a moaning and sighing nutcase ready to be taken advantage of; you’re now a delicacy on my oral hotplate.

And, I’m not going to devour my dish rapidly; I’m going to savor it like a feral cat does a mousey.

My tongue has a way of overpowering the most headstrong woman. Wouldn’t you say so, my little hoe?

I think so because…

It’s off with your clothes you go.

Woman, You Know What It Do: I’m Despicable, and I’m Trying To Tame You!

I’m contemplating something, my darling: should I try to make you squirt with my mouth first?

Wouldn’t you like that — teasing you endlessly with my tongue — manipulating that there cat?

I’m trying to stare into those eyes while my mouth handles business in between those anticipating thighs.

Those oral sex faces: I’m trying to create those — in you — while I have that bottom and box exposed plus subdued.

I know, I’m a straightforward dude, but I’m just so eager to share this wet mouth with you.

I’m trying to delve into the sanctum of your asshole also with my moist throat.

I’m trying to make you rock those hips to my nasty oral shit.

Are you getting this? I’m trying to be your fix that you’ll never be able to resist.

It should be pretty self explanatory, though; I’m one nasty-mouthed, tongue-in-your-asshole soul.

I know what you’re thinking; you want to call me a pervert, but I’m afraid your shaming language won’t work.

I’m pondering still: should I make this dream a reality? Should I seal this potential deal?

Are you getting a bit revved up because I’m trying to make you my little orgasm-craving slut.

Are you on the same page as me? Are you envisioning getting satisfied by me orally?

Before we get to the pussy and ass licking, I’m thinking you deserve a leashing.

You’ve been a bad girl spewing nonsense from your empty shell.

You also deserve a vicious spanking, but I’m not going to get ahead of myself; I’ll just slowly loosen up the belt.

I’ll let the anticipation swell until you’re ripe to get the thrashes across your chocolate/pale tail.

But, I’m actually giving you a little too much; I think we should finish this in person — that’s the place — where my tongue actually meets your pussy and your wet butt…