My name is Priscilla. I'm a tall, slim and pretty young black woman living in Georgia. I work out extensively and I'm damn gorgeous if I dare say so. I've got face, I've got chest and I've got ass. Supermodels like Naomi or Banks can't compete with the likes of me. I'm what the brothers from the hood call a dime piece. A perfect ten. Oh, and I've got brains too. I'm a student at Georgia Tech and I major in engineering. I'm also a lesbian and proud of it. These days, it's summertime. Most of my time is spent hunting. Yes, I am a huntress. Actually, I am the Black Lesbian Huntress. Hunting other women for sexual encounters and thrills is my passion. I find other bitches and I hump them dry with my big strap on. Follow me, gentlemen and ladies. These are my adventures!
I first spotted her coming out of the grocery store. A tall and thick black woman with jet-black skin. Damn, this female was definitely in the thick of things. She was not exactly pretty in the face but she had some big ole tits and a thick body. This dame was bow-legged, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. I saw her coming out of the grocery store, cussing out someone she got into an argument with. Yeah, this female freak was one of those hood chicks. Rude, crude, and under the impression that she was all that. Well, men might let her get away with that but I certainly wouldn't. It's my duty and pleasure to tame bitches who think they're all that. I walked up to her, and turned on the charm.
Gay people possess an innate ability to detect one another. I approached the big black woman and as soon as our eyes met, I could tell. She was family. She looked me up and down before licking her lips. Yeah, I could tell that she liked what she saw. I got closer, and gave her the once-over. Yeah, I let her know that I liked what I saw too. She smiled, and introduced herself. Thus, I met Rosa, my new target. She was coming back to Atlanta from Framingham, a women's correctional facility in Massachusetts. Damn, this female hoodlum really just got out of jail? I smiled, and we traded stories. I invited her to eat dinner with me at a fast food joint and I knew she couldn't resist. Especially when I offered to pay for everything.
Rosa and I sat down inside Wendy's Restaurant and we ate our burgers and fries. Man, after eating that junk, I'm going to have to hit the gym for at least two days. I'm a supermodel and a collegiate athlete, so I've got to stay in shape. Rosa was not concerned with her weight, or maybe she didn't care. Hell, she devoured her two burgers and cups of fries before wolfing them down with some coke. Then, she asked me for mine. I let her have them. She told me about her prison experience. She did a stint in prison for assaulting an ex-boyfriend of hers with her shoes. A good-looking black stud she caught cheating on her with a white woman. He pressed charges and got her arrested. She was charged with assault and battery, and locked up for six months. Exactly what she deserved if you ask me. There are plenty of violent women in the hood. Bitches who think they're all that. If you ask me, more of these hoodlums, both male and female, should do time. Word.