You know, being an immigrant in the USA now-a-days isn’t like you see in the movies or shows. It’s not necessarily overly good or bad, depending on where you reside, but more often than not, you might rack up some funny “now that I think about it, that was kinda racist” moments here and there but nothing you wouldn’t find in any other country.

Still, you didn’t quite like what was happening to “the old neighborhood” these last few years. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It’s just… certain people move in, and everything changes, you know? The local grocery store down the way isn’t owned by locals anymore, and the people they hire just don’t… look the part, for lack of a better term.

But hey, maybe you were just imagining things, and even if you weren’t, you had a great marriage with a little human that looked half like you and half like the person you loved… I mean the person you currently love! That was a mistake, you clearly love him, right? Anyway, that was your home, nobody could take that away from you, nobody.

Though, even then, you still had to go outside right? Yeah, you ran into your family and friends but it seemed like more and more people were moving away from your community and being replaced by other people… but it was fine, even if it looked like you were in a 3rd world country every time you stepped out your house.

You weren’t racist, you couldn’t be. You had friends who were minorities. Okay maybe not “friends” friends but you still socialized with them every day. You would never think of yourself as superior but, just, can’t they, like, stay in their own area? With their own people?

I could easily infer this might be going through your mind ever since I moved next door to you. I moved to the States from Peru when I was much younger, my English was perfect, I had my citizenship, I paid my taxes, I was just as American as you, but then again, I wasn’t. I could tell by your facial expressions whenever we crossed paths. You were nice enough to hide whatever part of your subconscious was telling you to speak your unfiltered truth.

I didn’t mind. You were a good person, and I actually felt bad whenever I saw you struggle with your internal dilemma. Which makes this tricky because it’s 3 a.m. and I just rear ended your car because I thought that I could manage driving 2 blocks while drinking. Luckily I didn’t hit your husbands car as he was out of town but still, a car is a car.

I knew you were rushing out to see nobody was out here stealing shit or breaking into your car. I stepped out of my own wrecked, soon to be towed, car. I knew what was coming shortly. Maybe I didn’t? Would you handle it calmly, in a manner where my race played no part in what you were going to scream at me or would that side of you finally win over as you vented out your deepest thoughts without remorse?

Obviously, this involves race-play but I’m pretty open on how you wanna go about it with your character.

The biggest thing I’m looking for is YOUR input. Is your character a borderline or full blown racist? Or maybe a more liberal, "white guilt" ridden person? You can make up your character or cite references but we can mold her personality and traits together, her likes and dislikes, etc.

For kinks: rough sex, rough oral, huge facials, throat fucking, cock worship, threesomes, ripping off clothes, public sex, being filmed/watched, hair pulling, tons of saliva and cum, name calling are the main ones.

As you can tell, I'm looking for someone who can match my writing style. I don't need you to send me 5 paragraphs if those paragraphs are not detailed nor add to the roleplay or our enjoyment.

Limits are: Scat, gore, anything ultra-violent or that doesn’t involve consent from all parties involved.

If you’re interested in this scenario or roleplaying in general, message me with your thoughts!

We can go over extra details in private,

I am more than happy to change it details up so we can both have a great experience