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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.
There is no doubt that you're right: there are so many women you've shepherded into interracial relationships, and a high percentage of those have produced pregnancies and mixed race offspring. THAT is the sexiest thing about what you do here: it's real (and so are you). The sad thing was about the Latin couple: I didn't know about that, and I wish it had worked out for you. Still, and this may mark me as a sort of racist, I'm really glad it didn't happen, because they weren't white, and I think you need a young all-white girl or girls to mother all your children from this point forward. I'm sorry, but yes......that matters. Get a white girl or girls. And please don't think any more about that **-clown who posed as a man. Trust me: he is not a man, never was, and never will be. And one other thing: his lies did nothing to affect your work or your pages here. NOTHING. He doesn't have the ** to come back, so that part of your life and your pages is O-V-E-R.
The best thing I read is that you are now living in a city where, although you're the distinct minority, the mix of the races is in your sexual favor. One of those white females -- probably more -- are going to give you the baby you want and deserve. I still think she is going to be extremely young, and that she SHOULD be: that will be better for you, because a man like you needs that, for so many many reasons. If you lived where we live, I would give you my daughter (and my prejudiced husband would just have to get over the fact that his wife AND his daughter are black-owned). She's flighty and insane and loud and filthy, especially for her age. You would tame her, and you would teach her, and she would LOVE you......and the babies you fill her small body with.
I'll try to write more later in the day about this MAN, but I wanted to get those thoughts down in writing, because you were so honest and so open. Thank you for that, and for what you have done for so many white women in the past five years.
You so sweet in every way. How old is your lovely daughter?
Thanks for being kind: it matters. My daughter is 18, although she wasn't that age the first time she had **. She started waaay too young (we all did, I guess, but she was even younger than that), but there was no stopping her once she knew how good it made her feel and how well men would treat her because of it and because she was so good at it. I know, her father and I should have tried harder to discourage her, but she could always have anyone she wanted and we couldn't change her: she's a very sexual creature. But she needs someone who will look after her and not make her desires all about THEM. Anyway, she's another story for another day: all I wanted to say was that a fine, intelligent gentleman like you is exactly what the child needs, and she may be what you need. Dreams...….
How we began. I had been craving "him", stalking him, for months. Finally, late one evening I waited for him in the lobby leading to the parking area, and I had carried a stack of files with me. As he got off the elevator and turned for the exit, I walked toward him and pretended to drop all the files out in front of him, giving the appearance of falling, as well. I knew he was a gentleman, so I knew he would stop and help me. He did. He picked them all up for me, and offered to carry them to my car or my office, and I told him "the car". He walked me there and deposited the files, and I began to blabber one thank-you after another, begging him to let me buy him a drink at a place down the street. He tried to beg off, but I insisted and he relented.
With him in a sympathetic frame of mind, and while we drank, I told a tale of how lonely I am, telling him that hubby isn't interested in ** (untrue), and that I am super ** and need something on the side (very true). He didn't bite on the hook I was throwing out until I started to cry (intentionally); then, I could tell he was considering me sexually. And I poured it on heavy. Oops, out of space. More another time.....
We drank at the bar for an hour or so, while I told my tearful lies. The only things I didn't lie about was never having been to bed with a black man, and wanting him to be my first. When I went to the ladies, I came back without my bra or my **. He noticed the bra was gone because my nips were poking against my top. He immediately asked if I'd removed the **, too, and I told him he would need to make that examination on his own. He slid his hand under the hem of my dress while I sat in front of him at the high-top table, and I spread the thighs far enough apart for him to reach home plate, and ** my lips open and feel my wetness. When he did that, I looked him right in the eye and told him he could have anything he wanted with me, anytime he wanted it, and that there would never be any expectation, and I would never tell. He explained that he wasn't in a position to risk losing his family right now, and I explained that, if that were so, then I'd be the perfect playmate, because I am the most discreet ** God ever made. Why? Because I would NEVER be in a position to risk losing HIM by being disrespectful or disobedient. Obedience is very important to this man. I said many of the things you've written -- to me and to other white women in need of strength and guidance in getting through to their black loves -- and it was like I was trading on inside information: everything I said was exactly what he wanted to hear. And it all worked like an occult charm from your book of sexmagic. Between the time he slid his ** into me and the time we were naked in bed at the hotel across the interstate, it could not have been more than 20 minutes. I never even had to ask to see him again after: he did it on his own. This has gone just like your playbook called for. I have you to thank for this half-horse, half-man, and for the baby in me. I will tell you another time about the magic in my use of the word "womb", as you have taught us here. Insufficient space....
:) :) :) :) very lovely. You are so seductive and lucky. I ** wait to hear the other part.