Are you a whitophile? Is there something about the sight of a womans white-skinned body that just brings some sort of animal up out of you from like... the deep deep down? Does the look of a naked white body, long and slender and pale, sprawled across the bed of your darkened room and shinning in the moonlight coming through the window make your fingers wiggle greedily and your tongue hang out? Does the look of a perfect alabaster-white ass like a vision sculptured in marble (except soft and warm instead of hard and cold) pushing toward your face make you want to kneel in drooling worship? Does a patch of pale white skin glimpsed through ripped denim jeans transfix you? Could you stroke a stream of blonde peach-fuzz hair that flows down the groove of an egg-shell colored spine to dissapear between pearly white ass-cheeks for hour after loving hour? Could you actually count all the freckles on a natural redhead female, and then count them again just to be sure- stopping every now and then to marvel at the milky white skin on the bottomeside of her forearms and ass-cheeks where freckles don't occur? Do you sometimes catch sight of a slender white hand the color of candle-wax emerging from a black sleeve reaching across a distant table in some smoky bar to tap out a ciggerette or grab a lighter and feel giddy with the disire to have those slender white fingers curl around the base of your hardwood and play you like a skilled musician? Do you marvel at the way brunnette hair and pubes grow from such snowy white skin, how the hair can be so dark when the skin is so white? Maybe you don't do these things, I do though, I'm a whitophile.