Username: Taurus333 Date: 28-04-2022 05:03:02 Mood: in love Music: Ell a Mae. Boo'd Up

She just isn't my type. That doesn't mean there's no attraction because there is/was. We all have our tastes, and with the variety of white women out here we can pick and chose to satisfy our fancy. I am six foot three, two hundred pounds, muscular, macho, dominant and masculine. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, this beholder saw beauty in this white, beauty (Jenny). She has symmetry, facial and body wise. She had no physical flaws. No blemishes or imperfections. A mouthful of dazzling white teeth, pale blue eyes, she is somewhat thin, hundred ten, five foot six,  a intelligent computer nerd bookworm. What brought us together outside this FM radio station is I have won and picked up the absolutely last tickets to a world famous band coming to town soon. This girl, she says, is this band's number one fan. She offers me large amounts money for the tickets. I tell her that I have money, lots of it.  She looks so vulnerable, wringing her hands looking like she's going to cry. She explains our city is the last this band will tour this year and she has just got to attend it. She begins to beg, plead and snival with wet eyes.

  This doesn't sway me as I start to walk to the parking garage. These tickets will make me a hero in the eyes of a young lady whose panties I've been tying to get into for a while. And those panties were all I was thinking about as I walked back to my pick up with this young lady in tow to the parking garage.  Jenny gives me her cell phone number in case I change my mind and was actually cryng as I pulled out the garage.  It's funny how things work out, as the woman I wanted to take couldn't make the concert, so I called Jenny. We agreed to a date before the concert and went out to a wonderful dinner and drinks. This girl knew every fact about this band and actually became breathless talking about them.I must admit it was an awesome performance. Jenny was so worked up and turned on by the bands effect on her that she invited me up for a"nightcap"  She was soaking wet and I  tried to fuck her back out.  I 've still got scratches from he fingernails  six months later. For a one night stand it has had a long lasting effect on me because whenever I hear one of that band's songs, I remember Jenny and how she is just not my type.     Peace

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