BBC, Big Black Cock, that's what I'm bringing to the table. Well, that and hopefully some decent enough writing/conversational skills but I suppose that's all up to you to decide.

Hey there! Like I said above, and in the title, I'm a hung black man with an interest in chatting with some women who find themselves drawn to it. It doesn't matter to me if you're a goth girl in college, a blonde cheerleader type, a MILF, a trans woman with an interest in trying some BBC, a latina, or anything else really. My DMs and chat are open to all so please message me!

About me physically: I'm 6'6 feet tall, with a toned body type from lots of time in the gym and playing sports, short black hair and black eyes, and an 9.5 inch surprise in my gym shorts for all you to enjoy ;).

In terms of kinks: I'm honestly open to most things as long as they aren't a limit so please don't be scared to ask.

My limits: They're mostly pretty standard stuff. Vomit, piss, scat, blood, underaged, etc

Now for a sample prompt since it's a requirement here, but this isn't set in stone at all so don't worry if you aren't a big fan of it:

You were a repressed housewife. Your husband was always working, never had time to spend with you, and certainly wasn't doing anything to satisfy your needs the way you craved. Thus, much like women in your situation often do, your mind would wander... The hot guy you saw on tv while your husband was working, the muscular man who came to do work on your home, even the younger men you regularly would see "flexing" on social media. Eventually you couldn't take it anymore and downloaded tinder and set up an account, desperate to find someone to help satisfy these cravings of yours. You started swiping through the men when you came across me. My cliche photos, mostly gym selfies, shouldn't have made me stand out against the millions of other guys you felt like you saw with the same poses and pictures. No, that's not what caught your eye. What caught your eye was the not even remotely hidden imprint of a monster of a cock straining against my gym shorts in every photo you came across of me. You couldn't take your eyes off it, even after you swipped, begging for me to swipe back