Our dear bull, Jaquan Harris III, passed away at the hospital this evening. He was 34 years old. For over a decade, he provided my wife with toe-curling mind-bending orgasms that could wake people up from over a mile away. To say he was a beast in the bedroom would be a vast understatement, and the impact he made on our sex lives was profound.
I still remember that dreadful night in May 2013, when my wife and I were just trying to catch some sleep. For 5 years we hadn't had sex. After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, I leaped out of the bed and had a lightbulb moment in my mind: we needed a bull. Not just any bull, no no no. We needed a BLACK BULL. One with a BBC destined to change history. So what did I do? I immediately pulled up Craigslist and started searching for the swarthiest, meanest niggers I could find. I saw Jaquan's ad and he was perfect: violent, HUNG, but also compassionate and loving. On a whim I sent him a message, he responded, we arranged a date night, and things took off from there. The number of noise complaints we received from my wife's moans of ecstacy over the years must've been in the dozens, if not at least 100.
Unfortunately, Jaquan made some bad decisions that we were never aware of until his death. He was addicted to drugs, he had a long criminal record, generally just not good stuff. And today, he overdosed on fentanyl. The medical staff did the best they could to save his life, and that ended up being in vain. At 5:32 PM Eastern Time, he left our world. As for where he is now, I have no idea. I'd like to believe he's up in the sky at a luxury barcade playing Smash Bros with MLK Jr, Etika, George Washington Carver, and a whole host of other BIPOC pioneers. I have no idea.
And now my wife and I must live with the deafening silence that fills our bedroom every night. Sometimes we sob together before falling asleep, sometimes I post on r/RickandMorty to take my mind off things, sometimes we stare at the ceiling all night until it's time to go to work. My coworkers and close friends have all been very supportive and helpful with helping us get through these rough times.
Anyway, the last thing I want to say is that y'all need to value the time you have with your bull: don't just cancel your cuckold watching session because your tummy hurts. Tell your bull you love him, thank him for his service. That is all. Good night.
I still remember that dreadful night in May 2013, when my wife and I were just trying to catch some sleep. For 5 years we hadn't had sex. After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, I leaped out of the bed and had a lightbulb moment in my mind: we needed a bull. Not just any bull, no no no. We needed a BLACK BULL. One with a BBC destined to change history. So what did I do? I immediately pulled up Craigslist and started searching for the swarthiest, meanest niggers I could find. I saw Jaquan's ad and he was perfect: violent, HUNG, but also compassionate and loving. On a whim I sent him a message, he responded, we arranged a date night, and things took off from there. The number of noise complaints we received from my wife's moans of ecstacy over the years must've been in the dozens, if not at least 100.
Unfortunately, Jaquan made some bad decisions that we were never aware of until his death. He was addicted to drugs, he had a long criminal record, generally just not good stuff. And today, he overdosed on fentanyl. The medical staff did the best they could to save his life, and that ended up being in vain. At 5:32 PM Eastern Time, he left our world. As for where he is now, I have no idea. I'd like to believe he's up in the sky at a luxury barcade playing Smash Bros with MLK Jr, Etika, George Washington Carver, and a whole host of other BIPOC pioneers. I have no idea.
And now my wife and I must live with the deafening silence that fills our bedroom every night. Sometimes we sob together before falling asleep, sometimes I post on r/RickandMorty to take my mind off things, sometimes we stare at the ceiling all night until it's time to go to work. My coworkers and close friends have all been very supportive and helpful with helping us get through these rough times.
Anyway, the last thing I want to say is that y'all need to value the time you have with your bull: don't just cancel your cuckold watching session because your tummy hurts. Tell your bull you love him, thank him for his service. That is all. Good night.
