Interacial PC
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Posted:Feb 11, 2015 3:25 pm
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2015 7:38 am
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I was intimately acquainted with a Caucasian man who used the word "nigga" to describe people of all races who depicted the general stereotype of a black man living in the intercity. What stereotype is that you ask? The media induced one: poor, uneducated, unemployed, pants sagging with a wife beater. He also used the term "shaquandaed out" as a verb to describe people of all races who depict the general stereotype of a black woman living in the intercity. Long weave, longer nails, on welfare with two of more baby daddies and enjoys the company of black men engaged in crime. I know what you are thinking, that's terrible and racist
I also know a black man who asked me why there weren't any whiggers in the area. By whigger he meant a Caucasian male depicting the stereotype of a black male living in the intercity. I can't call it, it sounds like the usage of commonly accepted terms and neither of these men is guilty of creating a stereotype.
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Interracial
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Posted:Feb 10, 2015 10:55 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2015 7:51 am
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One of the most frequent questions I received on this is as to whether or not I date men of another color. I could explain at length how I am not afforded such a luxury statistically, but allow me to state that I don't see color...really. I see a man who is uneducated and speaking to me in a way that is incoherent and I am not willing to waste a second more of my time in his direction. For that attitude I am somehow viewed as discriminating against my own kind feigning as if I don't understand the language. A language far more misogynistic than its predecessor. I was speaking to enlightened man of my own kind who shared with me that dating outside of my race makes me a racetrader and bearing a from such a union an abomination. I then explained that I qualified under all such titles. He treaded backwards slightly stating that he too was a racetrader. I tire of all boxes that people of the world erect for me to fit in when its these very same people who can't get pass the surface discussions on race. I long for deep and dirty conversation on the general prejudices of people, me included. In truth I take beauty wherever I find it especially if a large penis is involved and I bring all my misperceptions with me and hope to be surprised and learn something along the way.
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Adjusting to Change
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Posted:Feb 7, 2015 8:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2015 6:22 am
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Adjusting to change is hard. You acclimate yourself to one setting, a certain temperature and mood lighting and then suddenly there is a change. You get off balance trying to adjust to the cold and the persistent teeth chattering. You long for the comfort of the familiar, consistency and predictability of what was to come. I ache and struggle against the confines of a recent change. Its so new, it cannot yet be determined whether it is a change for the better of worse, it is only away from my comfort zone. I long for my greasy cheeseburger. I can afford something better and more nutritious. I'm open for it. My tastebuds are cleared for better.
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Fantasy Football (cont)
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Posted:Feb 4, 2015 12:43 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2015 1:34 pm
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I sat in guy#2's lap bouncing up and down while I circled my hips while he shook my right boob and licked the nipple ever so often when he wasn't trying to lock eyes with the TV. He eventually began to groan a little every time I made a downward stroke and he slide himself to the edge of the couch and spread his legs. He grabbed my hips and raised and lower his own penetrating me deeper and hard till he orgasmed. When he laid back against the couch, I hopped off his lap and walked to the bathroom to wash off. As I was about to close the door, guy#1 appeared with a grin. He reached in and grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him so we could kiss. Then he turned be around so I was facing the sink and kissed my neck and rubbed my nipples while his cock somehow found its way between my thighs. He thrust inside me then slowly ran his cock between my ass cheeks. He repeated this movement again and then he pressed against me so my thighs pinned against the sink and tip of his cock began pressing my asshole. I became rigid but he told me to relax and the he bit down on my shoulder and plunged his cock inside me. I cry out in pain but he slowly grinded his hips against me until the pain gave way to something else. As I surrendered to him, he quickly backed away and asked me if I wanted some more. I turned around and nodded. He pressed me back against the sink till I was halfway sitting on it and the grabbed my legs and leaned me backwards so he could pound by ass. When my moaning eased, he grabbed my hand and said we should catch the end of the second quarter.
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Cup Size Conspiracy
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Posted:Feb 3, 2015 1:30 pm
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2015 12:18 pm
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I wanted to make everyone aware of an conspiracy designed by the establishment to oppress the big breasted and elevate the itty bitty titty committee. I have worn a DD sized bra for years, but now it seems I can no longer fit a DD size bra from Victoria's Secret although my body hasn't changed and my older bras from the company still fit but newer ones don't. I think this is done strategically to make an A or A 1/2 a full B and B cuppers upgrade to C's which is the universally desired size. The big breasted are then forced to pay higher prices for the same bra and most of the retail shops don't carry higher than a DD. Even Victoria's so I'm forced to order DDD online and they limit the number of colors and designs. I rale against wearing white and beige cotton bras. I like taking off the fuddy duddy work clothes to reveal beauty and style. If this keeps up I won't be able to VS anymore and get my bras special made. I'm not getting any bigger. I wish they'd quit changing the sizes.
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Fantasy Football
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Posted:Feb 2, 2015 2:55 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2015 12:57 pm
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My idea of fantasy football this weekend would have been a Superbowl party with two hot, hung guys. I would make a bunch of appetizers and some strong cocktail in my skimpy lace apron and heels. Then I'd sit between them on the couch and rub their cocks and caress my breasts for them as they ate. Then I'd get on my knees and lean into of guy #1 and zip his pants and pull out his cock. I'd suck it deep then swirl my tongue around the tip. When guy#2 lifts my apron to rub my ass I grab his fingers and force them inside of my pussy to encourage him to finger fuck while I suck cock. When guy#1 can't take it anymore, I will climb off the couch and lean over the arm of the sofa that's closest to guy#2 so I can suck his cock while guy#1 fucks me from behind. As I get wetter and wetter from guy#2 dishing out an incredible facefucking with his hand on the top of my head. Guy#1 spits on my asshole and begins to rub it a circle to loosen me up. When I tighten all the more, he rams his thumb in and out of my ass while he fucks me and I moan deeply in my throat. Guy#1 cums just before the end of the first quarter and I climb in guy#2's lap so I can side him.
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Size Isn't Everything
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Posted:Jan 31, 2015 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 2:18 pm
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I want to officially recognize that size isn't everything. There are some gifted individual who think that size is a free pass and they don't have to be civil by returning a phone call or not blatantly lying where the lies overlap each other. There's a lot to be said for general respect. I enjoy oral sex with someone who doesn't feel exempt from such a menial task and actually enjoys his work. There's something to be said for man who has enough stamina to execute more than two positions. We may actually get around to one that I like. I like a good last impression. It only takes a few words or a gesture to make one feel unappreciated or worse yet, used. Most of all its great to feel like a woman and don't some cheap suit you try on. I want to sparkle from my toes and fingers from the way you make me feel.
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Married Men
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Posted:Jan 30, 2015 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2015 2:28 pm
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I received a desperate plea from a former associate to re-associate. I agreed to met him and was reminded of why I dislike dealing with married men. He messaged me around 11:30 am asking if we could meet. I was at the location an hour later and he informed me he was leaving a meeting to head in my direction 30 minutes after I arrived. A married man has seriously limited blocks of time to meet and will be disrespectful of your time in order to wedge in his quality time. I wasted three hours today for something that could have easily taken an hour. I didn't even get an I'm sorry. Married men only want to offer their companionship, but offer their wives significantly more when she isn't putting out. My friend had a heavy suntan. Most likely due to some exotic vacation he recently returned from. I haven't been on a vacation in over four years. I should earn more than companionship. Lastly, married men can't host. The first three times we met, my friend paid for the hotel. He then mandated that I get the room in my name. He would ask to meet the day prior and I would make a reservation and he'd cancel but I'd still be on the hook for the room because I used hotwire or something. He is extremely picky about the class of hotel but doesn't always bring enough cash to fully reimburse room and taxes. I will say that I was involved with a different married man for nearly four years who controlled the finances of his household and always paid for the room in his name.
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Tick Tick Boom
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Posted:Jan 29, 2015 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2015 8:50 pm
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Do you have friends who are ticking time bombs? Everytime you look at them do you see the ensuing carnage, not just for them, but yourself and everyone else in a three block radius. Ticking time bombs can be so exciting for the danger of it all. The invincible courage with which they carry on being careful to note the chinks in everyone else's armor. I have a ticking time bomb in my life and last night I was almost running for cover. The rest of the time I am just paralyzed and find myself feeding into it because any opposition seems to make it worse. I can't afford to invest bail, room and board, or credit in the wake of an explosion. I most likely will just have to turn my back and walk away. How do you safe these "special" people in your life?
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Skeleton pt2
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Posted:Jan 28, 2015 6:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 29, 2015 11:27 am
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I recently came across a familiar face.
I once had a very talented craftsman who worked for me as a handyman. He did not accept money and only wished the performance of a small favor. I knew he was married, but in my mind I envisioned his childhood sweetheart gray haired and lovely but not all that interested in sex. What I saw truly confounded me. His wife was ethnic, quite young and very shapely, younger than me even. She was toting a pretty little girl which I guessed was his . When I recollected who he was it tickled me. I could see under his facade that he was quite worried I would say hi or hug him or even discuss "repairs", but I am a good skeleton. I stay in my closet.
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Skeletons
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Posted:Jan 27, 2015 6:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2015 10:58 am
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I once asked my associate whether he had ever hung up a skeleton in the closet only to find it sitting on a chair looking at you the next day. He said, "no." It was more likely that he didn't understand the question. I was trying to lay the framework for a conversation about the guy next door. We never quite got around to that conversation. Last week my associate was hanging out at my house when my skeleton came knocking at the door. He invited me over for a drink and I politely declined and he continued to press the issue but then looked over my head at my associate standing in my living. He quickly pulled me outside for a conversation about who, what, and where. When I returned inside my associate asked whether I had something so share. I explained that it was the neighbor inviting me for a drink. He seemed satisfied with that answer the remainder of the evening until bedtime. When we laid down he sat up again and stated that he had the mind of going next door. My opportunity of relevation had been fully eclipsed and I'm left to find a good shovel and a nice patch of dirt to dispose of this skeleton in a more permanent manner.
How do you handle skeletons that pop up at the most inconvenient times
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Dick Rhetoric
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Posted:Jan 5, 2015 9:53 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2015 6:21 am
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I tire of dick rhetoric and the general precept that my sole purpose is the service of male sexuality as if I don't have needs and desires of my own. I was arranging a meetup with a fellow member when he fell into my crosshairs on this issue. I am currently in need of focused male attention in places and ways specific to my needs. This member asked whether my lips were going to be put to good use on him. Mind you I had not taken the time to detail to him my full list of expectations so to require an assurance from me that his dick will get sucked seemed unnecessary as it is largely a given. So I ignored him and he asked again whether I planned to suck him good. In all fairness to him, I was simultaneously being propositioned by another clueless male on whether I might suck his dick. So I explained that I was largely focused on my own pleasure and the "help" he indicated in his response and that I didn't have a burning itch to suck his dick. There are very few pleasure sensors on my lips and tongue and although I do get aroused sucking dick it is for the purpose enjoyable fucking post haste. The other clueless male lives next door and it happily married but has harrassed me morning, noon, and night to suck his dick. He doesn't want to fuck so whats my motivation for taking such risk.
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The Visitor
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Posted:Jan 3, 2015 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2015 4:12 pm
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I was surprised by a visitor this evening who hoped to garner an association. He is quite handsome and charming and believes his cause to be ferreted on by a referral. So we sat on my bed and listened to music while he flattered me and frequently mentioned his hopes of an association. This was our second encounter and although I didn't allow him a full taste of my delights his tongue did lie every so briefly at the precipice. It was then I was made aware of the shortcomings of his equipment and made a conscious decision not seek out further contact although I quite enjoyed his company. I also became aware of the type of woman to which he was married. Our meeting was by happenstance but she called as if her hair were on fire. I addressed this issue with him several times and pleaded with him to call her. Which brings me to this evening, after he had drank his beer and half of mine he attempted to go to his car to acquire more beer. When we went downstairs I saw lights through my front window but dismissed it. He went to the door and found me a moment later and stated, "she's here." I asked if he meant his wife and he nodded. So I calmly asked him to exit through my back door and hop over my neighbors fence where I hoped he wouldn't be greeted by pitbulls. That is the trouble with married men you see. So much risk for so little reward.
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