You might all be wondering what this is about, or why I am even doing this. Well, my friends, this is about my horizontal life, my life in between the sheets, my sex life. Many people would not just come out and talk about this, but I like to remember things, so here we go.
I love black men, always have. They can be African, Jamaican, American, Haitian, just about anything as long as they are dark and have a nice swag. In my town, there are very few people of any race except for white. Actually, my whole state is like that. When I started to look for colleges that I wanted to go to, I knew that I had chose the perfect one, Temple University. It's in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love, but I had no idea how much love I would be getting.
These are the stories, all different kinds, of the men that I've slept with, that I have ran away from, and that have slipped away but will always be in my heart. I am only a sophomore, and I know these stories, the good and the bad, will continue for a long time.
Enjoy!
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