With Respect to Don Cornelius.

I have so many fantasies, many of them starting in my c***dhood neighborhood of Inglewood, Cali. Naturally, growing up in a traditionally Black neighborhood, my fantasies often involve getting turnt out by an older Black neighbor or what not. "Mmmm baby doll, someday when you get older, if you learn to take this cock real good, you'll make a fine girlfriend or a wife for a Black man.". I swoon. I cum. But my Black knight never comes. Instead I wind up just being used, pimped, and the neighborhood whore who Black men delight in fucking.
And so it goes. I get fucked by the older neighbor, and he brings his friends to enjoy my company.
Today my fantasy took a fun twist in that one of the men who came to fuck me was none other than the sexy Mr. Don Cornelius.
He really uses me and says all sorts of dirty things to me. He asks me if I like getting trains pulled on me by Black men like him. Of course I do, and I give him the best time I possibly can.
The next day, I get a special surprise. Mr. Cornelius has sent a car for me, and without knowing where I'm going I jump right in.
To my surprise, and later delight, the driver pulls up at a neighborhood tattoo parlor. "Come on, Luv, compliments of Mr. Don Cornelius." I'm led by the hand to the back where the artist proceeds to work on my tramp stamp area for a long time.
I can't see what he's done until days later...
Then, as best I can do in a mirror, I see it - The Soul Train train just above my ass, with the smoke coming out of the stack spelling out the letters BBC...