Aiden's Confession
Ever since I was a teenager, I've had a secret fascination with oiled up black men. It started with a magazine I found in my dad's collection, featuring a muscular black man with his chest and abs glistening with oil. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and I found myself returning to that magazine again and again.
As I grew older, my fascination only intensified. I started seeking out images of oiled up black men online, and before long, I was spending hours every day looking at pictures and videos of these beautiful, powerful men.
At first, I tried to keep my obsession a secret. I was ashamed of what I felt, afraid that others would judge me or think less of me because of it.
But as time went on, I realized that my love for oiled up black men was a part of who I was, and that there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, I began to see it as a source of strength and pride.
Now, whenever I see an oiled up black man, my heart races and my body tingles with desire. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to touch his skin, to feel the warmth of his muscles beneath my hands.
I know that some people might find my love for oiled up black men strange or unusual, but I don't care what they think. This is who I am, and I'm proud of it.