Falling Under her Spell - Part 2 w/assignment for tiny dicked wimps
assignment:Time to get physical
That's right. I know all about it. It's written all over your face, from those timid eyes to your willing lips.
You may try to tell yourself that you're going through a phase, that you'll grow out of it, that you can cure it, that you can ignore it or repress it -- well, fat chance, faggot. You will never, ever, ever get past this. You will go to your grave thinking about long, hard, thick, ebony manmeat.
I don't care whether you have a wife, a girlfriend or a soiled blow-up doll that you keep under your bed -- none will fill that deep-seated need, that thirst, that hunger you have. W/we both know that only one thing can do that. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can deal with it.
So pick up the phone, dipshit, and learn what happens to fags like you who suffer from this condition.