Is there such a thing as a 'Compromising Cuckoldress'?

If you follow my Twitter, then you are already aware of the brief progression of an introduction with S. Bull. This is my thoughts on my actions, intentions, and reactions to this entire ordeal.

S. Bull began chatting with me via Yahoo IM. He was very frank and forthcoming in his stature, both in height and size and penis and intentions. He asked me if penis size was the first priority in finding a bull. I honestly thought about this for an exaggeratedly long moment before I answered. "No. It is not the most important factor in finding a bull... It is the second most important factor in finding a bull." I think that S. Bull appreciated my honesty just as much as I appreciated his.

The conversation ensued. Then S. Bull asked that I give him a "chance" to see if there is a "spark" between us beyond penis size. This struck me deeply in two different ways. First, I was curious. Maybe this guy has something to offer that I just haven't been able to find in other bulls. Second, I questioned how superficial I actually am. I decided to give it... him a go.

I told him to email me and I would respond when I could. Sure enough, the enthusiastic self-proclaimed bull emailed me almost immediately. Eh~ I like enthusiasm, but I didn't reply until the next morning.

S. Bull and I corresponded back and forth quite a bit. After the subject mounted from common interests to athletics and then on to cuckold humiliation, we decided to exchange face and full body pictures. I sent him a picture of me dolled up and then a picture of me on average (come on people, no matter how much of a fantasy you maintain~ not everyone will look like the internet porn site Cuckoldress 24/7). He expressed his gratuitous approval and ranted about how beautiful he thought I am. I wish I could have returned the compliments.

The more experienced I become in life and this lifestyle, the more I am aware of and can accept who I am and what I want. I have accepted that I have a type of man that I just simply become weak in the knees when I see. I become ravenous when I see a man fitting this type.

I love black men. I love a nice even milk chocolaty dark brown skin tone. I love tall men, six feet tall at the very least. I love big men with broad shoulders. I love bald men (I cannot figure this one out). I love tattoos. More specifically, I love tattoos on black men. The way that the ink contrasts that smooth chocolaty skin tone is just so beautiful. Last but most certainly not least, I love well hung, graciously endowed, thick, long black cock.

S. Bull sent me pictures of his face and another of his body. S. Bull turned out to be the exact~ EXACT opposite of every one of the afore mentioned physical characteristics. He is short (under six feet), skinny with narrow shoulders, pale skin (light skinned black man), he wears a large bushy afro, he has no tattoos, and he (admittedly) has an 'average' sized cock.

I don't do *average* anything, but I especially do not do *average* sized cock.

I tried. I actually put an effort into looking beyond superficial characteristics. I tried to see into someone for the beauty within... Blah, blah, blah, fucking blah!

I did learn something even deeper about myself through this...

A Cuckoldress~ a *true* Cuckoldress cannot and should not ever compromise what she wants.

Needless to say, I am still looking for my dream man.