My name is George Des-Rameaux. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti, and raised in the town of Miami, crown jewel of the State of Florida. I have a tale to tell, ladies and gentlemen. I'm ashamed to say that for most of my life, I was one of those Black guys who disrespected Black women. It all began when this cute Black gal rejected my advances in high school because she found me too nerdy. When you're a young guy, rejection stinks. Also, those Black chicks at my school could be really mean to a brother, you know? That day, I swore off Black women.
I've always been smart so I decided to focus on building my body instead. I continued to excel academically but took up bodybuilding. I grew up to be a buff guy. I graduated valedictorian at my school and won an academic scholarship to one of the top schools in the State of Florida. Life was finally getting better for me. I could finally do my thing, away from my conservative parents. I got my party on, and discovered that White women were far more pleasant to be around than Black women. Along the way, I picked up a Master's degree in Business Administration from the University of Miami. At the age of twenty three, as a naturalized citizen of the United States with an MBA, I felt like I could do anything. Like so many brothers with education and potential, I went and got myself a White chick. And then I lost everything.
Fresh out of the University of Miami's halls, I was hired by the Lexington Corporation. They deal in imports and exports from the U.S. to Europe, Canada along with Southeast Asia and the Middle East. Can you imagine what it's like to be a Black man, fresh out of school, making one hundred and twenty grand a year during a Recession? I mean, I know lots of White guys with degrees from schools like Princeton, Yale and Harvard who can't find work in their fields and I'm a Black man making six figures in Tallahassee, Florida. Hot damn. I was one lucky son of a bitch. I bought myself a bright red Mercedes and a nice little condominium. And I got myself one hot treat to sweeten the whole deal.
What am I talking about? My very own perfect Barbie Doll, ladies and gentlemen. Genevieve Anderson. Five feet eleven inches tall, slim, with blonde hair, alabaster skin and blue eyes. She holds a bachelor's degree in liberal arts from Wellesley College in Massachusetts. However, she's dumb as a post. Doesn't matter to me because she gives killer head. What more could a brother want? I certainly didn't need the hassles that a regular relationship would bring. Genevieve performed well in the bedroom but expected me to give her money. I wired two grand a month to her account with the Bank of America. This kept her happy. I also took her to nice restaurants, movie theaters, and of course I always paid for everything. In exchange, she satisfied all of my sexual demands. If I wanted anal, she would get on all fours and open her cheeks for me. If I wanted to spank her, she was down with that. Like I said, she was perfect.