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Scared I will Never Get a White Woman Pregnant
I am in my late 40s.I am so scared that I will grow old and die without having a child with a white woman.
I am in my late 40s.I am so scared that I will grow old and die without having a child with a white woman.
2. Why did I deny myself all those wonderful opportunities to have bi-racial children in my younger days?Even before having kids,I discovered that married women,especially white ones,would gravitate towards me, seduce me most of the time,ask me out,spoil me,not bother me for anything except endless ** etc. I liked that so much that I got hooked on dating and having ** with married women more than single ones.It became worse after I had kids and was divorced,because most of the married women I slept with wanted no kids but lots of **.I was also busy raising my daughters. That's how I lost the opportunity to have bi-racial kids earlier on in my life.It also seems to me that it has been easier for my sperms to make a black woman pregnant than a white one, and I have no clue why,lol.Now that I am older and a little wiser,I regret that I did not seize the opportunities I came across. I know, and I am, sure my daughter would not have cared that I had bi-racial kids; I was just living in some sort of cocoon for too long.Now that I have no hang ups about what my daughters would think and say,I lack a partner with whom to accomplish my goal. I would not want to do a blog(though this has turned out to be somewhat similar).It will expose me too much that I would be so embarrassed.I like saying things here believing its somewhat private and anonymous.I would not want the scandals that arise from exposure and angry husbands or exes.I don't even know how I get to share this much here-maybe its driven by what others say.I also know that there are thousands of people who identify with what we all share here but don't post replies;they just enjoy reading, making a blog worthwhile.
I love the way you write and I love the life you've lived, pleasing so many white ladies, and particularly the married ones. :-) There's always been something incredibly fulfilling about infidelity, in addition to the thrill of it, that has kept me involved in it for virtually my entire life. Even when I started dating as a young girl, I quickly moved from boys - who could never keep it up long enough to please me, much less satisfy me - to grown men, and then within six months thereafter, MARRIED grown men. Oh, God, how I loved having a married man between MY legs when I knew he could be between HIS WIFE's legs: I can still feel and taste the deliciousness of that deception, and the power of their desire to cheat on wifey. Yes, you and I have much in common, so very much, although I surmise that you have had far more experience than I have, in terms of numbers, and I really, truly, deeply and genuinely admire that, and even more so because I know that most of it has been focused on satisfying married white women like me. But still I understand you and your urges, I honestly do, and I totally understand your desire to have a child or children with a white woman. And while you have never said it, my instinct is that you would be willing to marry her, but you might prefer for the relationship to be a bit edgier, maybe more illicit, and unconventional than the boring mundane norm (such as with a married gal who surprises hubby with the newborn mixed-race child): that arrangement would excite ME, so I know it would excite YOU. I mentioned to you that one black lover I had who was the one I thought would most likely have agreed to that sort of arrangement, and I have been thinking of him a great deal in the past few days since I first wrote you, and toying with the idea of calling him. I have his home number, but his wife hates me (obvious reasons), and I don't want to risk having to talk with her. Thanks so much for your charming replies, and have a great week!
I would say that if you call this guy at home and wife starts barking at him,he might be ** and get resentful and that will spoil things.I am sure you can find a way to get a hold of him discreetly;emailing,calling him at his job or some other place you know best could do better.On the other hand,tell his wife you only want to enjoy his ** for a few hours and promise to send him back home to her with it still attached:). Watch out,I have read about women under 70 getting knocked up and having kids.Does your pregnant daughter know that you dig black guys? I wish her a fun healthy pregnancy by the way. I have had more than my fair share of women-married or whatever.They say its not the quantity but quality,but am glad I have had the opportunity to enjoy both.Sometimes I feel am so lucky.I could have been in a messy child support situation,picked up a bad disease or got killed by some jealous husband or boyfriend.I can almost swear that my parents only slept with each other their whole life.So it seems that you have been bad and had tremendous discreet experiences.You write and express yourself well and I have enjoyed your posts tremendously.I have a feeling your ** could be very addictive!I hope you get a hold of your black stud so that you can have a wet moanful week:)
If I happened to knock up a married woman,I would not be able to marry her obviously.A nice single one,I will. I tend to be very responsible to my kids and the women I have them with.
I'm so very impressed by your attentiveness to married white gals because so many of us are trapped in boring, mundane, loveless, sexless marriages and need exactly the type of no-strings heat that you give us. Women are so much more in need of romance than men, and the ** that we get in our affairs is the modern-day equivalent of what used to be written about in the Harlequin romance novels. We look at it as an escape, a release, and a relief, and as pure raw satisfaction of both our base animalistic urges and our need for elegant courtship by men to whom we are not married. The thrill of cheating is absolutely romantic in nature, the excitement of being taken by a man in violation of our marriage vows is delicious, and the feel of having another woman's husband between our legs can't be measured or matched. You have done so so so so so much to bring that love and joy to married white women that it really can't be expressed, but you are to be thanked for it. And admired.