I disagree with Mick Jagger that ‘Black girls just wanna get fucked all night’. I have a thing about black girls and have known quite a few over the last few years. Every time I listen to the Stones playing ‘Some Girls’ it brings to mind two very different women, one from West Africa, the other from the East.
When I met Miss West she said she wanted a husband, not a lover. I met her for meals and walks and we got on well. She would come around at the weekends and started stopping over. She would walk around my house in her underwear and share my bed. She always said that she would only have sex with the man she married and even then she wasn’t too keen on the idea. I just shrugged and waited to see what time would bring.
One evening she came out of the shower in my dressing gown. I was watching TV. She told me to budge up for her. She rested her head on the arm of the sofa and draped her legs over my lap. I was used to seeing her breasts but she did nothing when the gown fell
