Trolling 4 BBC's in My Younger Years
With the help of two drag queens and friends,I perfected my "Sheila" persona many years ago.I looked a lot like Nancy Allen when dressed.Out on the town,I was completely passable as a hot,fuckable woman.When trolling for my DARK DESIRES,I never failed to tell them that under the make-up I was a man.I never lie and I didn't want to get beat up.Just like in my "Black Cannon" story,I've had many pricks pressed against my thigh.Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with the expression "never happen".A kiss and a quickie doesn't make a guy a HOMO.
I've heard that expression from many of my black lovers friends over the years.Then,quite suddenly,they'd contact me and wonder if they can come over to talk.If I liked them,I'd invite them over.They did want to be assured that they'd be meeting me as a woman as they'd only seen me out on the town,all gussied up.Of course they'd be meeting me as a woman,I'm no homo.
A couple of hours before the time arrived,I bathed,shaved completely,patted dry and contemplated what to wear and how to present myself.I dressed conservatively in something like a semi-sheer blouse,skirt,heels and nylons.I had DD breast forms in bra,lacy garter belt and I'd wear a long blond wig.I'd put on my evening "face",a little heavy,but nothing too slutty.Shiny pink lipstick while my eyes were usually done up in dark green eye shadow to bring out the hazel .Candles were lit throughout the living room to cast a quite ambiance with which to talk and a romantic glow.
They were all a little nervous upon arrival.They would sit at one end of my rather large couch and I demurely at the other jabbering away at nothing in particular.But,after sharing a joint and a couple of drinks they all naturally migrated closer to me and the conversation became more "interesting".When they began to extol the virtues of my beautiful,stocking clad legs I knew we were close.When they started to run their strong black hands up and down them,in my mind,I was saying,"Honey,I hope you haven't cum for a while,because YOU are as good as SUCKED!" I was never wrong.
They soon had me in their arms,hot lips on mine and their tongues in my mouth as I'm freeing the object of my affection.Like they say: A HARD DICK HAS NO CONSCIOUS.
They became regulars.And when young, I had all the cock I could handle. And I loved it.
February 2, 2012, 12:48 am
My life as a submissive lesbian ( My younger years)
I grew up in Iowa. My mother left my Dad when I was young he was a trucker an couldn’t raise me the way he wanted so I was given to my Dad’s s****r . My aunt was a single parent to. She had two daughters. I was 13 and my cousins were 16 and 17. When I first moved in they loved to dress up in little girl dresses and just play games like teacher, house and doctor. It was all in fun. Later they would make me model in my underwear and nightwear. They loved this game. We played this game a lot. One night they had me put on a very sex
May 3, 2011, 1:48 pm
I am a horny male with many fantasies and fulfilled many of them. I was not so bold in my younger years. Now it would take a lot to make me squeamish or shy. I try to be realistic, but love to push the forbidden envelope.
I find it hard today to make love to my wife. Without recalling or suggesting some sort of sexual occurrence with my wife and another man.
I am good looking in very good shape middle aged. Medium height, brown hair, hairy chest, a thick 7" dick, financially way better than average. Easy going, open minded, very sexually active.
When I am in a state of arousal there a
January 31, 2011, 9:48 pm
My name is Cynthia and I am a happily married 41 year old. My husband Stephen and I live in a plush house in an exclusive suburb which overlooks Sydney Harbour. He is a marketing manager for a large retail outlet and I help out with the on-line side of the business. I have a more or less rubenesque figure and am very proud of my big natural boobs that have huge round coral pink aureoles. I'm always seeing men catching an eye full of them, even if I'm showing just a little bit of cleavage. I have more than a hint of cellulite on my bum and thighs, but I've learned to live with it. My husband th
February 14, 2012, 11:48 pm
I had always been proud of john. He was always helping out in any way he could, and after his father died, he really stepped up to the plate by getting a job to help pay what bills he could and doing a lot of work around the house that’d usually be reserved for a man. He was more like a man than he realized though, at least in terms of maturity. He had maintained his grades, which were superb to begin with, and had earned a scholarship to the local state university.
My job as a personal trainer kept me around enough to take care of a lot of things around the house, as I could have clients
February 14, 2012, 4:48 pm
I'm not sure when I stopped hating my mother and began lusting after her. I think that I probably always desperately wanted her to love me, but as I got into my teen years I recognized that she was the typical trophy wife that married my father for his money and social status.
Dad at 72 is over thirty years older than she, who at 41 looks more like she was in her late twenties. All those hours with a personal trainer and the best beauticians money can buy, paid off in spades for Alicia. As long as I can remember she had an incredible body and the face of a starlet.
Dad is a highly succe
