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I wasn't turned on by the thought of him in my underwear, but by the power play itself.
I wondered what else I could get away with making him do.
One guy even referred to me as an "ebony girl," as if I belonged in a tag on a porn site.
I largely ignored the men asking me to dominate them, which happened as frequently as every third or fourth message, but they did make me wonder: Were these men simply casting out a large net in hopes of catching anyone, or was there something about me that served as a beacon to white male submissives? As I headed into my late thirties, though, I thought of all the opportunities of sexual exploration I'd been denied because it may have interfered with an ex's "manhood," or because of my own lack of confidence.
He modeled the underwear as best he could in a public setting, and there was no doubt about his state of arousal.
After a few messages, I gave him my Google Voice number and we began texting.
Or was it simply enough that I was a black woman that made them reach out? I frequently held myself back from approaching white men because I didn't think they'd be attracted to me physically or because of cultural differences.
Yet here were several white men presenting themselves to me — even if I had to weed out the creeps, just as I would have to do offline. All of this coincided with my decision to make 2014 the year of new adventures and to stop being afraid of taking chances.
It was frustrating that I was expected to be the only one willing to experiment sexually and that my then-boyfriends couldn't trust me enough to respect their boundaries.
Still, when I told my male friends about what was happening in my sex life, they weren't surprised.
He said white women his age were vapid and frequently dismissed him because of his youthful appearance.