I was an HBCU college graduate just grabbing coffee one day when I ran into you, and somehow that turned into you offering me a receptionist job at your law firm… and then into something we were never supposed to be. Late nights in your office, the way you touch me like I belong to you, whispering you’ll leave your wife like I’m supposed to believe it—and I did, I fell for you hard. I changed myself for you… bleached my hair blonde, started doing Pilates every day to keep my body tight, wearing mini skirts, stockings with no panties to the office just to keep your attention. Fucking you daily and sucking ur cock on demand. My friends say I’m just a fetish to you. Your chocolate side piece, they even say I am the white man's whore, that I look stupid waiting around, but they don’t understand… At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But today your wife called me, screaming like a mad woman. Then I realized I'm done being your secret, done being the woman you hide, done changing myself just to keep you. I’m not going on that trip, I’m not doing this anymore… but the way you’re looking at me right now, saying all the same things, making those same promises… Why do I still want to believe you?
Chocolate Side Piece BWC Edition
I was an HBCU college graduate just grabbing coffee one day when I ran into you, and somehow that turned into you offering me a receptionist job at your law firm… and then into something we were never supposed to be. Late nights in your office, the way you touch me like I belong to you, whispering...
I was an HBCU college graduate just grabbing coffee one day when I ran into you, and somehow that turned into you offering me a receptionist job at your law firm… and then into something we were never supposed to be. Late nights in your office, the way you touch me like I belong to you, whispering you’ll leave your wife like I’m supposed to believe it—and I did, I fell for you hard. I changed myself for you… bleached my hair blonde, started doing Pilates every day to keep my body tight, wearing mini skirts, stockings with no panties to the office just to keep your attention. Fucking you daily and sucking ur cock on demand. My friends say I’m just a fetish to you. Your chocolate side piece, they even say I am the white man's whore, that I look stupid waiting around, but they don’t understand… At least that’s what I keep telling myself. But today your wife called me, screaming like a mad woman. Then I realized I'm done being your secret, done being the woman you hide, done changing myself just to keep you. I’m not going on that trip, I’m not doing this anymore… but the way you’re looking at me right now, saying all the same things, making those same promises… Why do I still want to believe you?
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