I feel like I should say that I'm not always having sex when I go out. So people don't think it's the only thing I do.

Last weekend I went with friends to a party. It was fun, drinking, dancing, having a great time. Black boys to look at. But I didn't have sex.

What I'm going to write about happened on my way home. I went to a late night store to buy something to eat the next morning. In the store I met four thugs, about my age. Baggy clothes, tattoos. It was impossible not to think gang members. 

So when I was standing there dressed in my miniskirt, crop top, heels, choker, one of them spoke to me, "Yo, waz up?" I ignored him. They approached me still talking. "Yo, girl, want to have some fun?", "come and party with us", "pretty girls like you should have some fun". Things like that. I said "no", "no thanks", "not interested", "I'm on my way home". They were never threatening but I got a bit scared anyway. I left and they didn't follow me, went home, went to bed, woke up. Then I started to think about them and started to use one of my black dildos. I fantasized about me being in a black gang. I would be one of the girls in a bikini dancing on a yacht you see in movies. Or dressed in a micro skirt not even covering my ass, sitting on the passenger side in a fancy car. And also having sex with them. I got an intense orgasm.

Next weekend I'm seeing the old black man again. We have nothing planned yet but if we have sex there's great chance I get pregnant. I haven't started with birth control yet so he has to pull out. No, seriously, I'm not gonna risk it. I have morning-after pill.