Glynda spilled his bedroom secrets and ever since we've been tormented with jealousy, hatred, desire and secret longings. Apparently he's a total stud muffin - she beamed uncontrollably about his sexual performance, she said she had it like never before. No other man had ever done her the way he could and did. She said he was totally and absolutely amazing, he made her knees go weak, reached into her so deep like no other man had ever done, gave her multiple orgasms and then more. He had a big brown cock, thick, majestic, well sculptured and beautiful to look at, with a luscious head, a hot long rampaging mushroom, smooth and hard, that would slip into her tight cave tenderly and then proceed to ram hot waves of burning pleasure into her moistness. He was dominant, masterful with great technic and with a sweet passion, she'd never experienced before. Here was a sex god, who you could easily see, loved women and knew, almost instinctively how to please and pleasure a woman in bed. But that was not all, he had the smoothiest brown velverty skin you could ever find, soft, radiant and glowy, he looked twenty years younger than his age and he had the most amazing stamina possible and to top that, he could finish and start again after barely a five minutes rest, he was insatiable and it was common for them to make love five times a night and once again in the morning, and repeat that pattern the next day and the day after and the day after. He could be tender and romantic, with soft loving kisses, gentle careeses and a tongue that would lick and delve into her inner reaches and wake flames of estastic delights all over her body, till she trembles, shivers and shakes in unbelievable orgasms that leaves her clinging tightly to his broad shoulders and strong arms. At other times, he could be forceful, slightly rough, his negroid nose flaring, his breath hot and quick, as he bites and nibbles on her soft ivory skin, squeezes her big breasts with abandon intent, two fingers deliciously becoming a hot probe in her tight wetness before that big hard chocolate cock rams into her to take her over the edge in the most intense lustful double release, leaving her eyes rollng and her voluptous body shaking from head to foot. He would be so deep in her that after their orgasms, her fanny would glasped involuntarily onto his manhood, gripping it so tightly refusing to let go for about ten minutes. Her knees would be so weak, she would be unable to stand and walk till she had rested a while. He was truly amazing. Glynda raptured about what a lovely charming man he is, caring, smart, intelligent, with soft brown eyes that twinkled, clean, well dressed, a good conversationalist with impecable manners and a stimulating and interesting mind. He was humourous, with a dirty racous sexy laugh and a husky engaging voice. Many a night, they would lay in each others arms, creasing with laughter at some funny stories or incidence. She loved stroking his big lucious thighs, sucking that heavenly cock till he came in her mouth and licking his lovely unhairy smooth balls. She was not meant to, as it was just a fling for both of them, but she ended up loving him and would alway remember and always love him. She had to end it all by fleeing to the Highlands to get away from the compulsion that he had become for her. So now, me and the others hate this man, we can't get him out of our heads, the thing is that, all the previous lovers that this man has had, all say the same thing about him - he is dynamite in bed, the best they've ever had. The men we know are not like him, we have never had such as Glynda's sexual experience with this man. The men we know certainly don't measure up, little flabby cocks, no stamina, no style. Just some two minute fumbling poke with a flaccid chipolata with some paleskined weedy male, tanked up on lager. Oh..how we hate that cocksure black bastard, our hatred burns deep, we will throw mud at him, give him hell, he's too confident, too nice, too 'I'm the bees knees'. We must make him feel like shit, an arsehole, a loser. Somehow though, our nipples stiffen and we feel a wetness below anytime we see him, he has got under our skin and our bodies seem to awaken at his sight. Darm that charismatic fucker, come people, time for some hate-filled trolling. We must make sure he doesn't turn another woman ever again. We've got to stop this sex god, we've got to deny him the pleasure we can never have. We've got to destroy his appeal and rubbish him. He is undeniably a threat to our inadequate under-endowed men and too much of a temptation to us women. This is war!!