Dear diary, its been a long time hey. Remember that time I told you that I found the one, well I was so wrong. He told me he loved me and would never leave me and I totally fell for it. Was it because of his well structured body, his even toned chocolate brown colour? His memorising subtle foreign voice, his well defined cheekbones or his gorgeous hazel eyes that I could glance into forever? That I do not know hey, but I know that I shouldn't have fell for it.
I just thought he was the one for me. He treated me like a princess, gave me everything I asked for. As he did this for me, I fell deeper and deeper inlove with him. Its like he knew then that he could get me to do anything. Like he knew that he got me all twisted up his finger. Like he knew that I couldn't see a future without him in it.
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The diaries of an erotic black women
Romancebased on true sexual events I have encountered. about a girl grown up to be a women and was looking for love in the wrong places with wrong ways.
