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Chapter One

The only thing I have shopped for in the past week or so is underwear. Living the single life doesn’t leave much room for doing laundry. My sister told me I was just trifling and needed to slow my ass down so that I could, at least, have a pair of clean panties! But, little does she know, baby sister don’t wear panties. I believe in easy access. I never know when I have to lift my skirt and take care of some business.

My friends call me Ray, short for a Ray of Sunshine, because I am always spontaneous, witty, charming, loving, fun, intelligent, diversified and I love to live life to the fullest. I set no limitations on myself. I know what I want and where I want to be in life. I love old school and R&B, with a touch of Jazz. I am your chocolate girl who will make a smile down inside you between the sheets.

I would like to meet someone who is very secure and confident, gentle, kind, respectful, sincere, honest and loves to have fun. He must be very spontaneous in every aspect of life, especially when I want some dick. He can’t have any hang-ups or drama. Drama leads to stress, stress leads to tears, and I don’t have any plans, whatsoever, of shedding any tears.

Nice single’s ad, huh? My ass is still fucking single too. I am beautiful as hell, have a body to die for and a pussy with a serious attitude. I don’t get it. Brothers are always saying there aren’t any good black women around, just so they can make a beeline to the great Milky Way — no offense to the candy bar. Black men need to stop using black women as an excuse to fuck white women. If being with a white woman is the preference of a black man, then he needs to own up to that. But don’t claim that it is the black woman’s fault because he chooses to be with a white woman — saying that we are difficult to deal with. Shoot, we aren’t difficult; we just don’t put up with the bullshit that most black men dish out. It seems to me like brothers are doing their mothers an injustice. After all, isn’t she a black woman? Oh, I guess it’s her fault too, huh?

Personally, I believe that black women are the strongest of the human species and some brothers can’t handle that shit, especially that brother who prefers to remain on top. Hell, when it comes to sex, we will roll with every stroke. And when we are finished, the brother don’t do shit but whine “don’t touch me,” roll the fuck over and go to sleep. I had this one brother to stick his damn thumb in his mouth after he pulled it from my ass, the nasty bastard. A white woman can have his nasty ass. Hell, let a sister on top, and you will forget to pay your rent. Sisters aren’t doormats. When we are on our backs, do you see a welcome mat on our pussies? Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that white women are doormats — well, not all of them — but, they do put up with a lot of bullshit that black men dish out. Sisters don’t tolerate that shit because we recognize the fact that we are the black man’s backbone; they came from us, didn’t they? Shit, we prefer to be on top with them telling us whose dick it is. Why must brothers always perpetrate?