Why I Let an Old Rich White Man Bankroll My Life!

Black woman with white older man kissing
OK. Before you judge me, consider the fact that I now live in New York City. One of the most expensive cities in the world.

It all started when two men entered the already frenzied restaurant where I used to work in Westland. One was delightfully young with a full head of hair and striking stature. The second occupant was considerably older and definitely not as cute. But as luck would have it I ended up catching the eye of the latter, and that was how I became his willing mistress.

He was everything I never imagined I would be committed to; older, married, and conceited. I was fascinated by the fact that he was crazy about me. He clearly didn’t have much respect for people of color. But for whatever reason, I couldn’t tear myself away despite the flapping red flags. He knew how to make me feel like he was my assigned guru, dedicated to rescuing me by substantially elevating my quality of life.

He was obsessed with my slim template and exotic features, and he loved my African name. He took me to places that require a badge of honor for admittance and spent an exuberant amount of his earnings tending to my well-being.

Black woman with  white older husband
Only God can tell our true intentions. If the woman is comfortable with his man, what is our business?
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