The heart wants, the mind too, both want what they want, Nature

Nature V. Nurture some theory in evolution of the human species. Actually lots of validity. I was masturbating at six y.o., my old man beat my ass when caught. Don't know where I learned, beating my ass at six well, I'm sure that made a contribution to my often deviant, obsessive compulsions, hyper- sexuality. By nine, police came to my house as the neighbor girl's mother found her and I nude doing, whatever. At the same time, me a d male friends were into mutual masturbation. At ten, I was fucking Tommy already a sexy little crossdresser, playing house he was my wife, at ten years. This shit did not portend a bright sexual future. I and my JO. buddies grew out of queering off, I graduated to older men by age fifteen. I had become a young whore because I liked it. Later, I became a male prostitute as it was money and pleasure.

By seventeen I'd gotten regular pussy from my girlfriend, I actually liked fucking chicks more than male sex but pussy was hard to get. Older men sought me out, gay sex was abundant, if pussy would have been so easy. At eighteen I married. We went to San Francisco me a male she a female both prostitutes. We would fuck and discuss our tricks. Often, our whore stories were a sex aide, sex enhancer. I liked hearing about her fucking other men, she liked watching men suck my cock. We hired out as a couple for bisexual men and women. Was sex business or pleasure or both? No, it was a way of life, bringing pleasure and finance, work was fun.

During this period I graduated to sucking cock and getting fucked, she took it in the ass, she began eating pussy. We wanted to take a break, blow sex off, we couldn't we needed the money. By age twenty we were divorced.

At twenty- one I remarried. No deal! She was into marital missionary some doggy end of story. I cheated every chance I got. Any slut that would lay down. When it was not enough, I would find older men, no charge, I wanted sex. At twenty- three, divorce. For the next two years I dedicated my life to getting laid. If I found no woman, shit! A man even at c
losing time, I could get male sex anytime. I of course, in denial I was bisexual, oh no, men were a port in a storm, in a way they were. I was not going to get too intimate, I kept men to one night stands therefore, bisexual denial was easy.

At twenty- five I married a former black cock slut.
hypocrite me, I was bothered by her interracial sexual past. Why? I'd sucked and fucked black men and women. Shit or go blind, I became a cum eating cuckold. Soon, I was obsessed with her fucking black men, to me it was or became beautiful.
She was your average slut when we married, when we divorced eight years later, she was a cocaine addicted Queen of Spades, two interracial kids.

I was now obsessed, I had to have a Queen black cock loving whore, I craved cleaning, reclaiming, preparing her and her lovers. I got her. My life was controlled by her serving and pleasing superior black cock. In two years divorce again. I tried to find another Queen, no deal. I was so obsessed.

I worked at becoming the best cross dresser. I got foxy. Then I began serving black men. The sex drive wants what it wants. I am now a bitch for black men, sex slave, black owned. It is all I want, I love pleasuring black men.

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