Messy Black Women

By Willie Speight

After having countless, disastrous relationships as well as a failed marriage with African American women, I promised myself I would never EVER date one again. Lazy, jealous, vindictive, disloyal…just to name a few…were traits that they all possessed. Dating outside my race was the absolute ONLY answer. There was no other option. Until I met Melissa Blake…

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 14, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452039039

Willie Speight

Willie Speight is an American Republican author, with net worth estimated at US$92 million. He is also a film director, writer, producer, is the CEO and Founder of Speight Entertainment Films, CEO and Founder of Speight Enterprises, and CEO & Founder of Colour Koded Corporation in Atlanta. Colour Koded is a Global Makeup Company. Colour Koded became the fastest growing makeup company across the world. In May 2019, Speight Launched Willie Speight Cosmetics. Raised in a Christian home, Willie Speight grew up giving back to less fortunate families. He started The Willie Speight Foundation in Atlanta. The Willie Speight Foundation has helped over 20k less fortunate families across America behind the scenes. A native of York, Alabama, growing up in Alabama molded Speight into a now six foot tall, 245lbs of pure muscle man, with an unprecedented drive and determination. After attending college, he relocated to Huntsville, Alabama where he established his mark as a prestigious entrepreneur by opening numerous businesses. His writing was the result of his first book, "Forbidden Luv." Writing became second nature to Speight, forcing him to release his fourth book only 9 years later. After working countless and feverish hours as if it were a race against time, Speight wrote, Your Child Support Check Ruined Our Child's Life, and national best-selling novel, The Holloway Story," which were all concluded June of 2010. No sooner than establishing his affection as a national best-selling author, Speight embarked upon filmmaking. In late 2007, he proceeded to film a thought provoking synopsis about adults and children switching characters and the journey that life takes them on. Released in selected theaters September of 2008, the sole intention of his debut film, titled "Switching Roles," was to initiate parents and kids to appreciate every role and aspect that life has to offer. At the beginning of 2010, Speight plunged right into his second film. His attention was captivated by "The Holloway Story," which is based on authentic events that occurred in 1987 in his native community of York, Alabama. Although, only a freshman in high school, he has never relinquished the memories of the rape and brutal murder of his fellow classmate, Patricia Ann Hannah. Accompanying those vivid recollections is also the constant reminder of the consequential arrest and conviction of Shelton Jerome Holloway. At the time, Holloway was a mentally challenged janitor at Sumter County High School, Speight and Miss Hannah attended. Shelton Jerome Holloway is serving a life sentence for capital murder in Alabama. After having a huge success in 2015 with his world wide best seller, "Messy Black Women," Speight started working on his next project, "White Women Have Stepped Their Game Up, which hit bookstores and online retailers, February 2017. Willie Speight currently resides in Alpharetta, Georgia. In his spare time, he enjoys traveling to his beach home in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

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Contents

Chapter 1    Growing Up

Chapter 2    My First Love

Chapter 3    Graduation Day

Chapter 4    Best Friends

Chapter 5    Hot’lanta

Chapter 6    With Friends Like These…… Who Needs Enemies?

Chapter 7    Begging Black Women

Chapter 8    Payback

Chapter 9    Every Man’s Fantasy

Chapter 10    I Have A Crush On You

Chapter 11    Messy Black Women

Chapter 12    Trouble In Paradise

Chapter 13    The Confession

Chapter 14    Keep It In The Family

Chapter 15    Mr. And Mrs. Deontae Jones

Chapter 16    The Setup

Chapter 17    Peace Of Mind, Priceless

Chapter 18    Sleeping With The Enemy

Chapter 19    The Truth

Chapter 20    Looking For Love

Chapter 21    All Because Of Jealousy

Chapter 22    Moving On Without You

Chapter 23    Once You Go Black….

Chapter 24    White Man’s World

Chapter 25    I Miss My Father

Chapter 26    Meet The Parents

Chapter 27    Who Do You Love?

Chapter 28    You Are Not The Father

Chapter 29    No Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 30    Can’t We All Get Along?

Chapter 31    A Lover Scorned

Chapter 32    Stand By Your Man

Chapter 33    A New Beginning

Chapter 34    Behind Every Good Black Man…..

CHAPTER 1

GROWING UP

A s a handsome black man growing up in Columbus, Georgia, I have always tried to stay true to my black heritage, despite the interracial relationships that exist in my family. It was hard for me to see my relatives divorce good black women, just to share the rest of their lives with an all American white woman. Even though at times, I’ve experienced failures and disappointments with black women, I’ve learned over the years to respect them.

The black men in my family are well groomed and successful. They have always tried to tell me that I would find true love outside of my race with a white woman. My older uncles were constantly trying to convince me that black women were messy, and lazy. I would even hear my uncles say that black women were promiscuous and would not be faithful to their man. I witnessed this at an early age to a certain extent when I spent time at my aunt’s home. My aunt would watch me while my mother was working. She would instruct me to watch television, and thought that I was oblivious to the steady parade of men visiting her bedroom. I would overhear the sounds of my aunt and her various lovers having sex. Even though I loved my aunt, this caused me to lose respect for her.

After seeing so many interracial couples in Columbus, I became curious and wanted to experience what it was like to be with a white woman.

At the age of sixteen, my biological father thought that it would be a good idea to spend the summer with him in Boston. It was a summer that I will never forget. I met Joy. Joy was fifteen, and lived across the street from my father. We met while playing in the neighborhood and became friends. I developed strong feelings for her. My friends urged me to have sex with Joy because they wanted to know if it felt different with a white girl.

One day Joy’s parents were away. Joy invited me in her home and told me how much she wanted to be my girlfriend. She disclosed that she had sex before, but had never been with a black guy. She also said that she heard that black boys had the biggest dicks. She wanted to see if it was true. Joy seemed very experienced for her age. She began to kiss all over me. I was nervous at first because I was still a virgin. My first experience with sex came after I watched a porno movie with my older cousin. I watched as his penis ejaculated and sperm came out. I didn’t know what was coming out of his penis. I became curious and wanted to know if I could make my penis do the same thing. I waited until I had a moment alone, and reenacted what I saw in the movie. My first orgasm that day was so intense. I accidentally ejaculated on my mother’s new couch. I used bleach in an attempt to remove the stains. The couch faded. From the look on my mom’s face, I knew she was furious. When she asked me why I used bleach on her couch, I told her the truth about my experience with sex. At that moment, my mother sat me down and told me everything that I needed to know about sex. Her anger subsided. She said that it was normal for boys my age to be curious about sex before they actually had a sexual encounter with a girl. After a few years, I felt that it was time for me to move on to the next best thing. At that moment with Joy, I was also apprehensive. I couldn’t stop thinking about what my mother would say if she knew that I was about to have sex with this white girl. I knew that my father and uncles would be proud of me. Joy began to tell me how much she wanted me. I relaxed and gave her what she wanted.

After three minutes of having sex, I was disappointed. It wasn’t difficult for me to see how white girls features were different from black girls. Their body shapes were different. Black women are curvaceous. The black girls in high school had nice round breasts, long hair, a small waist, and a nice round ass. Joy had stringy hair, rough dry cracked feet, smelled funny and to top it all off, she had a flat ass. The relationship with Joy lasted for the remainder of the summer. Once I returned to Columbus with my mother and stepfather, Joy became a distant memory. The summer fling with Joy made me appreciate black girls and their beauty. I told myself that I would never date another white girl. I would never tell anyone in Columbus about my relationship with Joy. I was convinced of that until I became a man. My relationships with black women became disastrous.

CHAPTER 2

MY FIRST LOVE

A fter completing high school, I began attending Columbus State University. I had partied and messed around with plenty of women in my freshman and sophomore years. I had no true intentions of settling down with one woman. I enjoyed playing with women’s emotions. I loved the thrill of having several women and never getting caught. It was easy. I just told them what they wanted to hear. It amazes me how many women in college were looking to settle down and get married right after graduation. When they talked about marriage, I acted as though I wanted that too.

In the second semester of my junior year, having sex with different women was getting old. I was looking to settle down with one special lady. My wish came true when I began working at a local radio station. I started off working in the advertising department. I became bored and decided to try my luck at being a disc jockey. The ladies always told me that I had a nice voice, so why not get paid for it. I was assigned to be on air at night playing slow jams and discussing love matters with Amber. Amber was also a junior at Columbus State University. I had seen her around campus several times. Amber had been working as a disc jockey at the radio station for a year. She was considered a local celebrity on campus because of the fans that tuned into her show nightly. I tried to get Amber’s number a few times when I saw her on campus, but she always ignored me. She was fine. Amber was light skinned, or red boned, as we brothers call it. She had long hair, shapely legs, full lips, bright eyes, and always dressed to impress. It was a fact that Amber was also doing part time modeling as well as a deejay. After a while, I stopped trying to get with her because I thought that she was stuck up.

My first day as a deejay with Amber, I was really impressed. She was totally different from what I thought she was. She was nice, intelligent, and taught me everything that I needed to know about being a disc jockey. Initially, I did not attempt to have a personal relationship with her because it was my philosophy to never mix business with pleasure.

Amber and I clicked immediately as friends. Our listening audience asked if we were dating. Eventually, Amber and I began to go out after work. Our friendship became so strong that it developed into a romance. It started off with just sex, but led to an exclusive relationship. I developed strong feelings for Amber that I never had for any other woman. For the first time in my life, I could truly say that I was in love. Everything was about Amber. I would fall asleep thinking about her. She would be the first thing on my mind when I woke up in the mornings. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I had a beautiful black woman. I never thought twice about cheating on her. At least I thought that was the case until I was intrigued again about the difference between being in a relationship with a white woman versus a black woman.

My curiosity with this subject was brought about when Amber and I were interviewing James Peterson. James was a professional football player on our late night show. It was our last night on air. We had been co-workers and lovers through our senior year in college. It was time for us to move on to the next level. We decided to have