I know exactly what kind of man you are: predictable, bland, and copied from every other one of your type. No personality, no common sense, just denial and cognitive dissonance. All you conservative men are cut from the same stiff, uptight cloth. But when the lights go out and the world goes quiet, there you are in front of me on your knees, hard as hell, begging for even a tiny bit of attention from an alternative mixed Black goddess. By day, you play at having some dull vanilla life. By night, you need kink. You crave it. You know nobody hits you the way ebony dommes do. You tell yourself it is a phase, something secret and hidden away, but it is not. It is your reality. And the funny part? You throw around the word “cuck” like it is supposed to insult someone else, when the truth is you are the cuck. Let me spell it out. Here you are, furiously stroking yourself and paying a hot, arrogant Black goddess on here because you want her so badly. You want to fuck her so bad. At the very least, you want to taste her sweet juices and nectar. You are going feral for her, and she would not touch you with a ten-foot pole. You are a cuck to a woman you do not even know. That is pathetic. That is humiliating. And you know it. Still, you cannot stop yourself. Night after night, you come back to my cruel words and sexy curves. My full lips tell you truths you hate hearing. You almost hate me, but deep down you know it is your own delusion. You crave me. You need me. You are completely obsessed, conservative cuck.