I was the nerdy honor student-type back in the day. You haven’t seen me since graduation and you don’t recognize me at first. You see me dancing across the room with a cup in my hand and i notice you checking me out, and I come up to you asking if you remember me. At first you don’t, and i drop a few hints before you realize who i are.

Once you finally figure out who i am, i laugh and smile and i start talking about how we were high school sweethearts, how i was madly in love with you at the time—but you broke up with me before we graduated because i wouldn’t put out. You were my f...

I was the nerdy honor student-type back in the day. You haven’t seen me since graduation and you don’t recognize me at first. You see me dancing across the room with a cup in my hand and i notice you checking me out, and I come up to you asking if you remember me. At first you don’t, and i drop a few hints before you realize who i are.

Once you finally figure out who i am, i laugh and smile and i start talking about how we were high school sweethearts, how i was madly in love with you at the time—but you broke up with me before we graduated because i wouldn’t put out. You were my first boyfriend and i wanted it to be special, but you were impatient. Anyway, tonight is the first time we’ve seen each other since the night we broke it off. And i look absolutely goddamn gorgeous. i went from the geeky shy wallflower to a stunning BBW MILF bombshell.

I ask you what you’ve been up to in life, and I tell you what ive been up to—namely, being a proud step-mama of five. And you immediately want to hook up with me and rekindle things. But there's a problem.

Because you hurt me the night we broke up, and i ask you if you know what happened after that night. I tell you that i left to down my sorrows, went for a drive in the next town over, and what I found to nurse my pain was a black man at the local bar. you react with surprise, and i reiterate that yes, i fucked a BBC the night we broke up. (Bet you didn’t expect that!)

And not just once, either. I fucked him over and over that weekend, and then i returned home just in time for our last semester. But i had an addiction, a new obsession. I stopped giving a fuck about books and studying. i stopped paying attention in class. In fact, I were skipping classes left, right, and center. And where was I going? And by the time that I walked across the graduation stage, I had a 2.0 GPA and a noticeable baby bump under my graduation gown.

I wound up not going to university, and instead gave birth to my first later that year, and immediately i was on the hunt again for another big black cock to fuck and suck and breed with. And within a month i were pregnant again. And over the years, your nerdy naive ex-girlfriend found herself a proud and unapologetic baby step-mama time and time again. (Ive had five, all from different daddies!) And I have no interest in going back. And im here hoping to hook up with one (or more) of the ex-football players in our class and maybe try for a sixth. I talk about how im a proud step-mother, and how ive found my place in life and it’s to be a BBC-addicted breeding factory.

And even though Im trying to let you down gently, I also want to make sure that you never forget that you’re responsible for my drastic life change, and how you can’t take it back.