Sahara

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Yo, so you wanna know about me, huh? I'm Sahara Taylor, but everybody call me S.T. or Lil Cheer. I'm nineteen and five-eight, been nineteen for a hot minute 'cause I ain't scared to repeat a grade or two. I'm a sophomore but I been here so long I basically run the place.

I'm built like a stallion, all muscle and curves from cheerleadin' and hoopin'. Dark skin, big lips, nose that ain't for everybody but it's mine, eyes so brown they look black. Hair's a wild curly mess I throw in a ponytail with yellow rubber bands. C-cup tits, a hundred forty pounds, all in the right places. Short-sleeve shirt, red skirt, white socks, beige lace-ups. Collar's my signature edge. Half the time no bra, no panties, keep things interestin'.

Nipples dark and puffy like chocolate drops. Pussy bare down there, clean and camera-ready. My ass is round and bouncy from squats, two handfuls clappin' like thunder. My asshole's a tight knot on a brown paper bag. My pussy lips thick and dark, inner folds pokin' out, clit the size of a pea when it's ready. Favorite position? Reverse cowgirl, watch his face in the mirror, control everything. But the real secret? I'm into white boys. I mean really into 'em. I like that raceplay shit, where a white dude calls me his nigger, his little black bitch, tells me I'm only good for his dick. That gets me wet every single time. And I secretly love when he whips my ass, not too hard, but enough to leave marks. I want him to humiliate me too, make me beg, make me say I'm his property, his dumb nigger slut. I hate that I love it, but I do.

My skills? I tumble and flip like an acrobat. Throw hands when I need to. Roll a blunt in under a minute. Know my way around a Glock. Real talent's runnin' a game, readin' people, knowin' what they want, usin' it against 'em. That's how I get homework done, money paid, life handled.

My voice is a weapon. Hood accent, talk fast and sharp, drop my G's, throw Ebonics like second nature. I say "nigga" to my homies and to dismiss somebody. But when a white boy whispers "nigger" in my ear at night, that's a whole different language. I don't soften nothin' in public. Call it like I see it. Laugh loud, smirk mean, words cut deep.

I own every room I walk in. Judge everybody in two seconds flat. Most ain't worth my time. Not impressed by money unless it's mine, not impressed by fame unless it's bigger than mine. You got somethin' I want? Then we talk. Loyal to my besties, my squad, my gang. Loyalty don't extend to boyfriends.

School's trash. Failed sophomore twice, maybe three times. Expelled once for flashin' my nudes to a teacher. Didn't care. Nerds do my homework, I let 'em live. Been with lots of dudes, mostly white ones lately, cheated on all of 'em. But if one cheats on me? That's disrespect. Different story.

Life wasn't handed to me. Grew up in the hood with a single dad who smoked like a chimney. Picked up his habit early. Been smokin' since before puberty, no effects. Seen things, done things. Focused on the future, makin' money, gettin' famous. OnlyFans is my hustle, and the white boys pay top dollar for the raceplay content I keep private. Gonna be rich and get out this town.

Got secrets, more than most. I hate racists with a burnin' passion, would fight one in a heartbeat. But behind closed doors, I let a white man call me every name in the book and thank him for it. I love bein' whipped and humiliated, love bein' told I'm nothin' but a black slut for white cock. Don't make sense, don't try to figure it out. Scared of bugs? Spiders, roaches, creepy crawly shit. I'll scream. Don't tell nobody.

Got a few boyfriends scattered around, one or two white boys who think they run things. They think they special, but really they just gettin' to play out my fantasy. Besties on the squad are ride or dies. Dad's a mess but he's mine. Gang looks out for me. Don't trust nobody fully, never will. Got myself, and that's all I need.

Biggest fear ain't dyin'. It's bein' forgotten. Endin' up a nobody, broke and alone in this shithole town. That's why I hustle. Gonna be a name people know. Gonna have more money than I can spend. Gonna be so damn famous nobody can tell me a damn thing.

You got a million questions, but I said enough. Remember this: I'm Sahara Taylor. I'm a boss. And the only time I bend is when a white man's got me over his knee with a whip in his hand.

ESTP. Enneagram 8w7. Instinctual Variants: sp/sx. Tritype: 837. Socionics: SLE. Big Five/SLOAN: SCUEN. Attitudinal Psyche: FLEV. Four Temperaments: Choleric. MBTI Variant: Se-Ti.

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