He had jungle fever: A white guy remembers his erotic black girl

I stumbled upon this blog posting from Roissy in DC and posted it on singlesista.com. Very…interesting. Can you say objectification? The comments from white folk on his blog are just…you know what…go see for yourself. smh

:: My first dating experience years ago with a black girl was a positive one. She was really cute with a penchant for wearing stiletto heels and a habit of flaky behavior that I found endearing. I remember the reactions we got walking down the street together holding hands. Most people let their glances linger a fraction of a second longer than they otherwise would have. In hindsight, I understood why this might’ve created some curiosity in people; a white man with a black woman is one of the rarer combos. Onlookers naturally want to figure out what’s bringing us two together, so they examine us for clues, maybe like matching shoes or to see if I was acting black or she was acting white.

I don’t give these things too much thought when I’m out with a girl of another race because I like to throw all my mental energy into enjoying the woman rather than overanalyzing the societal implications of our pairing.

But while we were dating some things did catch my attention. The black guys we passed on the sidewalk stared at us longer than other people did and made Hmm mm damn sounds which I can only describe as a mixture of disapproval and respect.

The black women we walked by, on the other hand, had a much stronger reaction. Curious and aroused, they eye loved me like I was the filet mignon of manmeat. I think I could have given every one of them an open invitation to join me and my date later in the evening for a night of 50 on 1 group sex that would have qualified for the Gold Edition Penthouse Forum.

I recall the sex pretty vividly because she was exotic new territory for me. I’ll admit I was intimidated when we started banging because I figured most of her experience was with black guys and their huge schlongs. She climbed on top and a wave of relief swept over me when I hit her cervical wall. I was big enough for her.

This next part I’m about to describe is a little racy, so those with small children may want to cover their kids’ eyes with their hands. After a while we barebacked raw dogged it (thanks, roosh) and the money shots were incredibly stimulating for me. I loved how aesthetically pleasing was the contrast between the white jizz and the black skin. Like modern art, the geometric arrangement and bold ejaculatory strokes set against the dark canvas of her smooth skin prompted me to admire my handiwork like I was pausing in front of a particularly abstruse painting in a museum to contemplate its majesty. Plus, it made finding the mess easier for cleanup.

We drifted apart quickly, but it was the age difference — or maybe my poor bump and grinding dancefloor skills – not the race difference, that was primarily responsible. Though in thinking about it, I wonder if we had stayed together the racial differences wouldn’t’ve intruded at some point. We didn’t date long enough for any “race issues” to potentially become a factor. Nevertheless, I have fond memories. Actually, I have fond memories from almost every girl I’ve let into my life.

Except the lawyers. *shudder*

What do you think Sistas? My boy Johnathan said…”I’m sure it is flattering to know that a man’s memory of u can be whittled down to the contrast of his semen on skin.” Dayum


Filed under african american, black, black women, blog, booty, d.c., dating, interracial, opinion, race, washington dc

4 responses to “He had jungle fever: A white guy remembers his erotic black girl

  1. Don’t hate! He was just admiring his “belly art”

    Its a guy thing regardless of race.

  2. i thought brothers preferred “booty art” and “face art” these days…did you forget the porn influence?

  3. I will say the apprehension he mentioned is one big reason white men don’t pursue black women more. I’ve had these discussions ’cause I’m seen as an approachable black girl…(whatever that means.) There is this fear they have of not being “big” enough, black enough or getting stared down walking down the street.

    However, what this guy wrote is erotic lite. It’s mostly the sex angle he’s talking about and the jizz contrast point would be similar if the girl was Indian or a tanned Latina.

    :::big yawn:::

  4. I’m a beautiful black woman and I have dated white guys. Frankly a “Dog” is a “Dog” regardless of skin colour. It dismays me that the most exciting thing this guy remembered was seeing his jizz on her skin. I asked one of the white guy’s I dated: What do you remember most? He replied: “You rocked my world on so many levels, mentally, emotionally and physically”. Which sums up to “Black girls got skills”

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