About five and half years ago, I was attending a college and there had this one student once... some very beautiful, dark olive skinned Morrocan woman of taller-than-average height (around 5'8" tall of height) and medium-large built, with a full-lipped, doe-eyed delicate visage enframed by a mane of frizzly auburn hair, an abounding bosom, a tapered wasp waist and a set of exploding hips followed by a pair of plump thighs and a well-rounded ample rear. A true 8,5/10.
But she was visibly, to put it diplomatically, the type to really get around and feeling entitledly conceited about her success amid men. I already had my fair lot of seductive experience earned rightfully so from a succession of little successes and Ls taken over a half-decade of bachelor lifetime and so, but still: for some odd reason and for the first time in three years, I felt both intimitated and insecure at the mere idea of approaching her.
Some day after classes, an ex-friend of mine who attended the same college persuaded me to jump at the opportunity given. I did go ahead, called her and, once her attention at last fetched... I freaked out. I was stuttering to her about whether she had 30 cents to pass to me or not. I never forget the annoyed stare she gave at me that day.
One year later, some Arab and Maghrebi acquaitances who attended the same college than her told me, half-frustrated, that I should try again because she was the type of girl who forget and forgive easily a misstep if you happen to be attractive enough... and
black. Apparently, the tramp was so negrophile she cheated her Arab boyfriend at that time over none one, but
multiple half-brothers from down south of the Sahara desert and the West Indies. She also gained a lot of weight, they said... hm, she got some potential.
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