Filth ain't filth if it's funny!
My very first sexual experience was when I was 25 years old and nervous. I decided to have an older White man pop it for the first time. I knew he wouldn’t be able to do the Negro hip rotation on me and take my money, drive my car, and have 3 children with other women while we were together.
So I got some white lace thigh high stockings and my best Sunday dress. Drove to Kansas Hickville.
He licked and it felt like a rough cat’s tongue. I frowned. He rubbed really fast with his fingers like it was a scratch off lottery ticket. I said loudly, ‘Ugggh’. Made sure he saw my WTF sad face.
Then he jabbed a thumb in my ‘OTHERS’. I froze in shock. He panted hard while I watched the little tuft of hair left at the top of his head and contemplated the absolute rudeness of it all.
Then it was over. No welcome mat needed.