Harold Saint Preux is the name and sexual adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a big and tall black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston. I attend Northeastern University on an academic scholarship. I am twenty two years old. I'm currently in my third academic year at this school, studying business administration. Someday soon, I'll have my bachelors degree and then take on the corporate world while working on the fast-track MBA. This is the tale of what I've done to get certain urges out of my system. College life can be so stressful. I need to get down once in a while, you know?
If there is one thing I know, it's that the black bitches in the hood are dangerous. They're so slutty, and conniving. A brother has to watch out because them black bitches got no conscience and they use men more than men use them. Black bitches specialty is ensnaring a brother by getting pregnant and then hustling him for money. Often, these black bitches spend the brother's hard-earned money on themselves rather than the brother's son or daughter. And the system protects them from what they got coming to them. These black chicks laugh at the plight of the black male they exploit so readily. That's a black chick for you. Hispanic, Asian and white chicks do the same thing sometimes. Like I said, females in general can't be trusted. Black chicks just happen to have a special hatred for black males, that's all.
Which is why I don't deal with them. Yes, black bitches are alluring. They're fine-looking, with their big tits and big butts. And they've got big lips seemingly made for sucking a brother's dick. Word up. However, they are way too dramatic. And violent. And controlling. And vicious. Black bitches call a brother's phone every five minutes, acting all paranoid and shit. They just want to control the brother. They want his time and money. They could care less if he's banging some other ho. The only problem is that if he's got some other ho to give him pussy, then he won't need their skanky asses. So they try to get him to only sleep with them, and only when they feel like it. Nothing hates a black man like a black chick can. White cops come close, but they can't quite match black chicks natural affinity for hating and mistreating black males. It's simply eerie. See how them black bitches be trying to control a brother through their motherfucking pussy? Yeah, that's how they all are. Big tits. Big butts. Big lips. No brains. The ability to manipulate does not make them intelligent. There's no correlation between it and IQ. Trust me on that one.
For my sexual needs, I chose to deal with a forty-something white widow named Janine O'Shea. She's around five-foot-eleven, thick, with big tits, wide hips and the biggest butt I've seen on a white female in ages. However, she was anything but a ho. Janine O'Shea had her own business. She's the executive director of O'Shea Trucking, a trucking company which dealt with companies all over New England. She lived in a townhouse in the pricy Back Bay area of Boston. Her son James O'Shea was a freshman at Boston College. Her daughter Emily O'Shea was a senior at Wellesley College. Her husband Larry died four years ago in a car accident. She was a classy lady with a strong mind who knew what she wanted.
We first met at the Boston Public Library. She was giving a speech while promoting her new book, which encouraged women and minority small business owners to stick together in the age of super corporations. The room was packed with well-dressed men and women who had come to pay homage to one of America's best known nonfiction authors. Janine was the center of attention and I could tell she liked it. Truth be told, I was drawn to her aura. The woman was smart, gorgeous and she commanded respect and admiration wherever she went. She didn't carry herself like a millionaire. She carried herself like a modern-day queen. And she wasn't pretentious or anything, just a smart woman with a regal bearing. I was attracted to her. After she got done speaking at the podium and was signing books, I stuck around. She signed my book. Our eyes met. And that's all it took. Long after all the other fans left, I stuck around. I asked Janine to a coffee date. I wanted to pick her brain. This gorgeous lady was smart and as a business major, I very much wanted to hear what she had to say.
