Letter to a White boi #533
Here's a letter I wrote to a cuckold husband a couple of months back . . . I’ve got your bitch, white boi! Yeah, she’s your wife, but she ain’t nothing of that when she’s with me. When she’s with me, she’s my bitch. She’s my fuck-toy. Ain’t nothing else matters to me none. Don‘t get mad, white boi. Your ass knew what the game was before you bothered to play. You knew that once you gave your woman to me, that she wasn’t going to go back being the typical housewife you always thought her to be. Nothing of the sort is happening here, white boi. On here, my dick is all the bitch knows. Your bitch knows well enough who owns her, and guess what, it ain’t you! When she’s with me, she don’t ever make out like she’s your wife. Sure, she still wears her wedding ring, but that don’t mean shit to me. Your bitch knows that when she’s her Black Master, her foremost duty is to serve and please the fuck out of me. Don‘t matter what hour of the day, or whether you’d be bothered abo