My Intro to IR Sex pt 1: Backstory
OK, since so many folks on here ask me about what was my first interracial experience, what was my first black dick, etc...I decided to share a bit of my history here in this blog area instead of trying to re-tell a jillion times over and over...
But first, a little about me...
Obviously my name is Mandi and let me just say up front that I WILL be changing some small details to protect the innocent (LOL, not that any of us are innocent!) as well as to protect my identity. My family/friends are NOT aware of everything I do in my personal life...you will understand why as we go along.
So right up front: I'm a true Southern Belle, born and bred in the southeastern part of the US...and I LOVE IT! I've visited 31 states in our great nation and let me tell you that NOTHING compares to the SOUTH!
I grew up right next to a big city where they have a famous horse race every year. Didn't go to school in the city itself but right outside of it. No doubt this affected my experience growing up, as instead of the more "urban" make-up of city schools, we were a little more racially segregated.
OK, actually a lot more racially segregated. Don't get it wrong: there was no blatant racism in my town and no racial incidents...but for the most part us whiteys kept to ourselves and the blackies kept to themselves. And that was the racial environment I grew up in with my parents, who had black friends but still wanted to keep a degree of separation between us and them. Some of you might argue that is racist in itself, but I like to think of it like this: I enjoy the fact that there are differences between white folks and black folks. I like the fact that when I talk about a "black church", an image pops up in your head. That when someone mentions soul food or black cooking, that we all know what that means. I very much enjoy racial diversity and DEF don't want black people becoming more white or vice versa...
So that was my upbringing: folks kept to their own kind, we went to church every Sunday morning and Sunday night and most Wednesday nights as well...yes, my daddy was a member of the country club, but that was only so he could play golf as much as he wanted. We were comfortable but certainly not rich. We were definitely not Kardashians but more like Leave It To Beaver's family (and def NOT Honey Boo Boo!)...it probably sounds really country and/or boring, but I wouldn't have traded that kind of upbringing for anything...
I was a really good student, not in the mega-brainiac nerd group, but in that next tier of consistent A-/B+ students. I think I was considered a very good conscientious student and overall good citizen. And yes...I was a cheerleader. Sigh. I was on the junior high squad as well as my freshman and sophomore years of high school. I got out of it my junior/senior years to concentrate on getting ready for college, although I still did the dance squad that performed at basketball games and other school functions.
I lost my virginity at the respectable age of 16 to a boy I had dated since I was 14. It was a VERY serious relationship (LOL), and as you have expected he was a jock, very athletic and cute. We were a disgustingly cute couple. He and I stopped dating just before my senior year and I began dating another boy whom I also had sex with, but only after dating for a respectable period of time. We attempted to remain together after I went off to college (about 1.5 hours south), but the long-distance relationship just wasn't for us and we parted amicably, leaving me in the rare instance of being single.
Maybe this is where I tell you a bit about myself physically.
To just sum it up:
I am pretty.
I know that sounds terribly arrogant, but its really not. We all know what pretty is and we recognize it when we see it. I won't try to pretend that its a burden nor a blessing; it is what it is. But as far back as I can remember, I've been treated differently because of it. Some folks showing me favoritism because of it, some folks treating me like I was fragile or have a learning disability because of it.
One of the side effects of being pretty is always having a boyfriend, if you want one. And I had a boyfriend as far back I can remember. Some more serious than others, but never a time where there wasn't one there. Usually the same sort of handsome jock type guy, the sort of lovable lunkhead who also knew he was pretty and that we totally belonged together simply because of our comparable attractiveness...
So after that last guy and I broke up, I met a fella who was to become my future ex-fiancee. Yep, we met in the 2nd semester of my freshman year of college and dated the remainder of my 4 years there and even slightly beyond. Keeping with trends, he was a traditionally handsome white-bread guy...former high school athlete turned college frat boy. His first name was a last name, and this was long enough ago when that practice wasn't quite as common. His family had money, probably about a half a tax bracket higher than mine.
In short, we were a ridiculously good-looking couple and quite well-matched for each other. It was expected that we'd get married at some point right after college and begin pooping out equally handsome c***dren.
Now here's where I talk about our sex life, which is kind of weird for me, because believe it or not, I was actually a VERY private person back then. The thing is, at the time it felt like we were some kind of Greek god rock stars having sex all the time. I mean, we were in college and if we wanted to have a quickie in the middle of the day, by golly we could! Here's the thing: up to that point, this was the only (sex) life I'd ever known. So to me it WAS terribly exciting at the time.
But here's the thing: it totally WASN'T. Exciting, that is.
In fact, looking back? it was actually quite boring...very regular and normal.
There would typically be a few brief moments of foreplay before he would flop on top of me for another few minutes of very brief humping. But like I said, it was all that I knew, so it was fine with me. I had no idea that those shivers I would occasionally feel were NOT orgasms! I mean, if you only see in black and white, you have no idea what you are missing in a rainbow, right?
So we got to a point in our relationship where I graduated and was ready to start my career. Meanwhile Romneybilt (that's not his real name, just what I just decided to call him) was in the middle of a 4-year junior year tour of duty and had no immediate plans to move forward with any life beyond partying and college life. It was about this time, me moving yet another hour further south (now approaching 2.5-3 hours away from my family), that I caught him cheating on me. For the first time, that is. His stature as an elder statesman recurring junior in his fraternity attracted a young floozy and he was far too weak to not give into her with me nowhere in sight...
Devastated, I was. I had already planned out the next 50-60 years of my life and marrying this doofus was the next step of it. Like many people, I was looking past the logic of "wait...this guy is kind of a knucklehead" into convincing myself that he was actually just a fun guy, very c***dlike at heart. In reality he was a selfish douchebag brat who was convinced the world revolved around him. So funny to look back and say "did I really think he was the one?" when obviously I thought I did...
So anyway...he and i broke up, and yeah I was semi-devastated. I had just gotten a good job in my chosen field (hotel management, specifically convention planning) and I SHOULD have been totally stoked for this new chapter in my life. But even when I got a notice that I had been scheduled for a 2 day new hire training seminar in a big town in the mid-west, I was despondent and not even wanting to go...
But luckily for me, I *did* go...and it changed my life in a crazily dramatic fashion...
and that's where I think I'll stop for now...let me know what you think so far and I will continue the story of my first interracial sex experience...
late,
Mandilou
But first, a little about me...
Obviously my name is Mandi and let me just say up front that I WILL be changing some small details to protect the innocent (LOL, not that any of us are innocent!) as well as to protect my identity. My family/friends are NOT aware of everything I do in my personal life...you will understand why as we go along.
So right up front: I'm a true Southern Belle, born and bred in the southeastern part of the US...and I LOVE IT! I've visited 31 states in our great nation and let me tell you that NOTHING compares to the SOUTH!
I grew up right next to a big city where they have a famous horse race every year. Didn't go to school in the city itself but right outside of it. No doubt this affected my experience growing up, as instead of the more "urban" make-up of city schools, we were a little more racially segregated.
OK, actually a lot more racially segregated. Don't get it wrong: there was no blatant racism in my town and no racial incidents...but for the most part us whiteys kept to ourselves and the blackies kept to themselves. And that was the racial environment I grew up in with my parents, who had black friends but still wanted to keep a degree of separation between us and them. Some of you might argue that is racist in itself, but I like to think of it like this: I enjoy the fact that there are differences between white folks and black folks. I like the fact that when I talk about a "black church", an image pops up in your head. That when someone mentions soul food or black cooking, that we all know what that means. I very much enjoy racial diversity and DEF don't want black people becoming more white or vice versa...
So that was my upbringing: folks kept to their own kind, we went to church every Sunday morning and Sunday night and most Wednesday nights as well...yes, my daddy was a member of the country club, but that was only so he could play golf as much as he wanted. We were comfortable but certainly not rich. We were definitely not Kardashians but more like Leave It To Beaver's family (and def NOT Honey Boo Boo!)...it probably sounds really country and/or boring, but I wouldn't have traded that kind of upbringing for anything...
I was a really good student, not in the mega-brainiac nerd group, but in that next tier of consistent A-/B+ students. I think I was considered a very good conscientious student and overall good citizen. And yes...I was a cheerleader. Sigh. I was on the junior high squad as well as my freshman and sophomore years of high school. I got out of it my junior/senior years to concentrate on getting ready for college, although I still did the dance squad that performed at basketball games and other school functions.
I lost my virginity at the respectable age of 16 to a boy I had dated since I was 14. It was a VERY serious relationship (LOL), and as you have expected he was a jock, very athletic and cute. We were a disgustingly cute couple. He and I stopped dating just before my senior year and I began dating another boy whom I also had sex with, but only after dating for a respectable period of time. We attempted to remain together after I went off to college (about 1.5 hours south), but the long-distance relationship just wasn't for us and we parted amicably, leaving me in the rare instance of being single.
Maybe this is where I tell you a bit about myself physically.
To just sum it up:
I am pretty.
I know that sounds terribly arrogant, but its really not. We all know what pretty is and we recognize it when we see it. I won't try to pretend that its a burden nor a blessing; it is what it is. But as far back as I can remember, I've been treated differently because of it. Some folks showing me favoritism because of it, some folks treating me like I was fragile or have a learning disability because of it.
One of the side effects of being pretty is always having a boyfriend, if you want one. And I had a boyfriend as far back I can remember. Some more serious than others, but never a time where there wasn't one there. Usually the same sort of handsome jock type guy, the sort of lovable lunkhead who also knew he was pretty and that we totally belonged together simply because of our comparable attractiveness...
So after that last guy and I broke up, I met a fella who was to become my future ex-fiancee. Yep, we met in the 2nd semester of my freshman year of college and dated the remainder of my 4 years there and even slightly beyond. Keeping with trends, he was a traditionally handsome white-bread guy...former high school athlete turned college frat boy. His first name was a last name, and this was long enough ago when that practice wasn't quite as common. His family had money, probably about a half a tax bracket higher than mine.
In short, we were a ridiculously good-looking couple and quite well-matched for each other. It was expected that we'd get married at some point right after college and begin pooping out equally handsome c***dren.
Now here's where I talk about our sex life, which is kind of weird for me, because believe it or not, I was actually a VERY private person back then. The thing is, at the time it felt like we were some kind of Greek god rock stars having sex all the time. I mean, we were in college and if we wanted to have a quickie in the middle of the day, by golly we could! Here's the thing: up to that point, this was the only (sex) life I'd ever known. So to me it WAS terribly exciting at the time.
But here's the thing: it totally WASN'T. Exciting, that is.
In fact, looking back? it was actually quite boring...very regular and normal.
There would typically be a few brief moments of foreplay before he would flop on top of me for another few minutes of very brief humping. But like I said, it was all that I knew, so it was fine with me. I had no idea that those shivers I would occasionally feel were NOT orgasms! I mean, if you only see in black and white, you have no idea what you are missing in a rainbow, right?
So we got to a point in our relationship where I graduated and was ready to start my career. Meanwhile Romneybilt (that's not his real name, just what I just decided to call him) was in the middle of a 4-year junior year tour of duty and had no immediate plans to move forward with any life beyond partying and college life. It was about this time, me moving yet another hour further south (now approaching 2.5-3 hours away from my family), that I caught him cheating on me. For the first time, that is. His stature as an elder statesman recurring junior in his fraternity attracted a young floozy and he was far too weak to not give into her with me nowhere in sight...
Devastated, I was. I had already planned out the next 50-60 years of my life and marrying this doofus was the next step of it. Like many people, I was looking past the logic of "wait...this guy is kind of a knucklehead" into convincing myself that he was actually just a fun guy, very c***dlike at heart. In reality he was a selfish douchebag brat who was convinced the world revolved around him. So funny to look back and say "did I really think he was the one?" when obviously I thought I did...
So anyway...he and i broke up, and yeah I was semi-devastated. I had just gotten a good job in my chosen field (hotel management, specifically convention planning) and I SHOULD have been totally stoked for this new chapter in my life. But even when I got a notice that I had been scheduled for a 2 day new hire training seminar in a big town in the mid-west, I was despondent and not even wanting to go...
But luckily for me, I *did* go...and it changed my life in a crazily dramatic fashion...
and that's where I think I'll stop for now...let me know what you think so far and I will continue the story of my first interracial sex experience...
late,
Mandilou
10 years ago
Have a nice day!
