This is something that I would never confess to anyone in person. So I’m explicitly writing it down and I encourage all sexually open minded white women to go and experience this for themselves. You won’t regret it. Because honestly, this was a very pleasant and eye opening experience for me.
A few months ago, my friend from work told me about a black masseuse she’d gone to. I remember that almost everyone from work had been suffering from a stiff neck ever since our boss decided to renovate; the new chairs and desks were pretty and all but they were also very uncomfortable. Thankfully, my boss acquiesced two weeks later after everyone at the office unanimously voted to get rid of them.
“What can a girl say,” she said, “after the whole ordeal of sitting on uncomfortable chairs five hours a day, I needed to get a massage. I asked around, and his name came highly recommended from a few girls I know.”
She went on to tell me about how his hands are big and strong but that his touch can be both gentle and rough when needed.