Ebony Diaries

Is it possible to be so horny that you’re willing to drive around town hoping to find someone who will relieve you of all your misery? Does that constitute whoredom or just a human need for pleasure? I mean I’m clearly not a prostitute because I don’t do it for money, and I sho-hell ain’t nobody’s whore, I’m just a lady who is in need of a good old fashion nut. Now where can I find a man who will give me that and not want to fuck me to do so?
Ebony is in a deep conversation with herself when she realizes that this could be the one time in her life that she does something absolutely unorthodox and enjoy it. She scopes the scenery looking for the perfect option. She pulls up to McDonald’s and a truck driver his hoping back into his truck. He’s a fine looking brother but clearly in a hurry, maybe on the clock right now, this is not a process to be rushed. Then she drives down the street and stops at a service station, she gets out the car and scans the inside only to see several white men dressed in Duck Dynasty attire and cowboy boots, definitely not. She turns around and passes Auto Zone as a guy is walking through the parking lot. His about 6’1, slender frame, with beautiful curled hair that was close cut yet noticeably a nice “grade”, if there is such a thing with black hair. He wore a t-shirt, Duckhead shorts, timberland boots and a determination to get to his destination, clearly on foot. Ebony took a deep breath and reminded herself, “you are not a whore you are just “whorny” and this is necessary for your sanity”. She whipped her SUV around and reduced down to the snails pace that matched his and rolled down her drivers side window.
“Excuse me sir, she said, I wonder if you could assist me with something,” she said, nervously but smiling to boost her own confidence.
“Sure, I”ll try to if I can,” was his pleasant rep