Rise of the Storyteller 6: Cloaked in a Mushroom Suit

I was obsessed with black girls. I could stare at them all day, and often did. There was, in my eyes nothing so beautiful, nothing so exotic, and nothing so powerful as a black girl. I told one once that I thought she was pretty. Very sweetly, she thanked me then walked over to a… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 6: Cloaked in a Mushroom Suit