I'm not a racist but I've always liked white girls, its just something, can’t put my finger on it but I had to experience one.
It all started when I joined an Internet dating service. I gave it a try to make a few net friends and see if any were up to meet. We had been chatting for a few weeks on various different topics, I intentionally chatted with a white girl because I wanted to see what the sex would be like. We exchanged picks and I liked what I saw. I wasn't too fussy, she, not too tall, brown hair, brown eyes with potential.
When we caught each other late at night online, we sometimes steered towards sex and what each of us would do to each other to fulfill our needs. The first time we chatted like that, it seems there was an instant link between us because the words got hot, very hot, and it was a matter of time before Kate told me what had happened. She had cum!!
This was to my words, as I typed, it seems like I hit her in the right places and I would ask her if she masturbated whilst we chat late at night, and she would tell me "yes" on condition I did too and also "cum too". I did masturbate myself and like it and presume she did the same too. She would also tell me that sometimes she would wake in the morning to wet sheets after thinking about me.
This continued for a while and we exchanged numbers and I found out, that this girl was really horny. On occasion sending hot text messages throughout the day, which would make each other horny especially at boring days at work.
The time had finally come for us to meet, because she lived quite far away, and was visiting her auntie who did not live too far from me, we decided that we should meet in the flesh.
It was a Sunday, I had awaken excited that morning at the prospect of meeting my online lover and whether the sparks would fly between us. It took me 2 hours to finally reach Gillingham due to the shit train service that day, but once there I called her up and her cousin dropped her off.
We met and went for a walk, chatting about my journey before going for a light bite at the local wimpy fast food joint. Gillingham was such a boring place on Sunday because everywhere was close, but I had other things on my mind.