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I am, without a doubt, the girl next door. I was raised Catholic by Hispanic parents with stern, old world beliefs about how a woman should behave. I was a straight A student, a wonderful daughter, and as a result of the pressure to be perfect, an emotional wreck. I had only one sexual partner for the first twenty-four years of my life. Then four years ago, the woman who I'd been, with her low self-confidence and repressed appetites, she died, and I was born. Now married, my husband and I have mastered the art of maintaining appearances. He works, I tend to the home and our child, we volunteer with various charities, we are productive members of society, and are thought highly about by all who are acquainted with us. And there's the rest. The appetites that we indulge when the lights go down and there's no one else watching. These are our secrets...
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The good life
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Posted:Aug 22, 2011 10:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2011 1:42 am
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Living and loving life more and more these days. Work is amazing. Got a fabulous group of girlfriends that I party with in the city on a regular basis. Even a boy or 2 that I play with from time to time. So here's what's missing... I spend lots of weekends in the Marysville/Lynnwood/Everett/Seattle areas. I frequent clubs from JR Phinicky's to Shotzee's to Twilight and Venom. Looking for a few select friends with bennies that I can call on short notice to party with and sex on, as well as a few ladies to keep my hubby company! Why is that soooo hard to come by?
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Escape....
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Posted:Apr 20, 2009 3:10 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2012 12:48 pm
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I've never needed distraction quite as much as I have these days. In what seems like the blink of an eye, my once perfect existance went to hell in a handbasket. I feel like I'm drowning. I just wanna escape. Just one entire day of me time. Breakfast, a spa day, shopping, lunch, an early movie, dinner and dancing with like minded, attractive people, then a hotel room and a night of selfindulgence. Sounds like bliss... Unfortunately in the real world things don't work out that way. I've met lots of people who claim to have exerience in this lifestyle, then talk for months about getting together and never follow through. So Frickin irritating!!!
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Group activities
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Posted:Oct 24, 2007 12:42 pm
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2010 9:31 pm
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So the new group I started seems to be catching on. The problem is, we have plenty of guys that have joined, about 8 or 9, and only 3 females!!! I like group play and all bet, damn! So ladies, if you're reading this, are a bbw living in Washington, and are attracted to balck men,....PLEASE JOIN!!!
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Our new group....
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Posted:Oct 21, 2007 6:13 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2010 3:32 am
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We're so frikken fed up with all the groups we've joined which keep promising get togethers that never materialize. So we said screw it and started our own group, something that caters to what we're looking for, BBW and Black men. I figure we'll get together 2x a month to start, probably at a neutral location like a bar or club somewhere. We were thinking of having the first meet at Rumors in Bellingham, and honey and I will spring for a hotel room for that night. If some of us hit it off then we'll take the party back there, and for the next meet someone else can buy the room. With any luck we'll get a good group of people together that are as serious about meeting as we are. I'm tired of all the emails, winks, hotlists, and all that other bullshit, it's time to get on with it already!!!
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Private thoughts.....
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Posted:Oct 19, 2007 12:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2008 12:33 am
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I had some down time today, for the first time in a long time. While I was all alone, I began to contemplate what it is that I want to accomplish through my membership on this site. What I decided was, that although the occasional one-night-stand is fun and exciting, it's only a very small part of what I'm looking for on here. What I want more than anything is this: I want to develope a group of good, quality friends. People that I would go to movies with, bbq with, go out for dinner, drinks and dancing with, and yes, have a strong sexual chemistry with. A group of like-minded people that I genuinely like to hang out with, because of our similar interests and drama-free lifestyle. People who are discrete enough that I would feel comfortable with introducing to my family and other(non-lifestyle) friends. Hubby and I play together, or seperately when the other parties are friends, and well known and liked by both of us. Our first ever swing experience was a long term relationship between my husband, his best friend and I. We're all straight, so sometimes it would be just the three of us, sometimes we'd invite another female into the mix, but when we weren't fucking we were still great friends and thats what I want. How about you, what do you look for?
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That 1st night...Conclusion
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Posted:Oct 18, 2007 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2010 5:19 pm
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Laying there on the bed, I watched as he returned from shutting and locking the bedroom door. As he walked, he effortlessly pulled the shirt he'd been wearing over his head and tossed it aside, exposing the dark chocolate flesh underneath. I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached out for him, pulling him close to me so that I could feel and taste the soft skin on his stomach. I reached around and caressed his firm ass as I licked and kissed at the area just above his belt line. He reached down and grabbed a fistfull of my long auburn hair. Sitting there, on the edge of that bed with this man that I'd wanted for so long standing before me, with his hand in my hair and my lips on his abdomen, the shyness I'd fought all along disappeared. I looked up into his eyes and saw an expression that convinced me, if just for that night, the man was mine. Somewhere in my mind I knew that Chris, my longtime fiance and father of my , was sitting in the other room listening for any indication of what was happening behind our bedroom door, but at that moment, I couldn't have cared any less. I reached around to unfasten James's pants when he finally backed away. He kneeled by the bed in front of me and for the first time we were at eye level. He held both sides of my face in his hands and kept me firmly in place as he licked and played across my lips. I raised my arms as he slid the shirt I'd been wearing over my head. He unfastened my bra and tossed that aside as well. For a while longer I sat there as he kneeled before me. I kissed, and licked, and teased and caressed his lips, neck, ears, and chest. Before I knew it he was laying me back onto the bed. Still on his knees, he pulled the already undone pants off by body, and kissed my inner thigh only once before removing my panties as well. He wrapped his strong arms around my thighs and pulled me to him. I let out a soft scream as his lips and tongue first caressed my throbbing clit. His grip held me firmly in place as my body twisted and thrashed, rything in pure esctasy as he expertly caressed every fold with his tongue. He was relentless, stopping only momentarily to admire the look of delicious agony on my face as I came, my pussy throbbing and contracting with every pulse. When the wave of ecstacy would ebb and my body would start to relax he'd begin again, lips and tongue sucking, licking, teasing and caressing my pussy in ways that I'd never experienced. He shoved his tongue deep inside me and fucked me that way while his fingers teased my throbbing clit. Several minutes later, when I couldn't take it anymore I asked him, no, I begged him to please fuck me. He smiled and stood up, and i clumsily, breathlessly funbled with his belt, jeans and boxers until finally I found what I wanted. I hungrily took his dick an my mounth and shoved it down my throat so far that any other woman would have chocked. I however was born without a gag reflex, and James enjoyed fucking my mouth without fear of going too far. For several minutes I licked and kissed and sucked his massive black dick, and just when I thought he was about to cum he pulled away. He wasn't as gentle anymore. Now he was as hungry for me as I was for him. He stood me up and layed me back onto the bed, face down. I hugged a pillow tightly, and lifted my ass and pussy up and toward his massive dick. Again a scream escaped me, this time muffled by the pillow, as his dick stretched and prodded my tight, wet pussy. He fucked me from behind, hard, fast, soft, deep. He pulled my long hair back so that I'd have to look into his face as he fucked me. Again my body shuddered in sheer, delicious pleasure as I watched him thrust hard into my swollen pussy, again, and again, and again. For more than an hour he beat my pussy in a way that I had never felt before. The more I told him that I was sore, the harder and deeper he thrust until I begged him to take my ass instead. He did as he was asked to do. And so it went for the rest of the night. He'd fuck my pussy til it hurt, then fuck my ass til he came, wash up, and do it all over again a while later. It wasn't until I dropped him off at home at 7 AM that either of us got any sleep, and I was spent. Unfortunately that was the first and last time that things ever popped off between us. He left town with the military and when he came back he became involved with someone else. I don't see him very often anymore, but when I do, I'm always taken back to that night and a thrill races through my body to my private place. He was my first swinging experience,(in a manner of speaking) and it's because of that experience that I've led such an eventful sexlife since,...but that's another story!!!
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That first night....pt. 3
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Posted:Oct 18, 2007 1:54 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2007 11:51 am
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I unlocked the door, flipped on the hallway light and stepped inside with James a half a step behind me. The light from the hall illuminated the bed, clearly visible through my open bedroom door. My heart was beating so fast that I thought for sure I'd faint. I turned to face James, who was now leaning back against the door we'd come in through, and wasn't at all surprised by the smile he had playing on his lips. He knew that I'd only ever been with one other man. He knew that I was shy, awkward even, whenever he was around. Most of all, James knew that I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. Our eyes met briefly and my awkwardness intenified. I turned my gaze quickly toward the Kitchen at the other end of the hall and started to ask him if he'd like a drink, anything to break his silence and steady my nerves. He didn't allow any of that. In an instant he had me pressed against the wall in front of the entryway door. One arm on either side of my waiste, his strong, sexy body pressed firmly against my own, he held me there for what seemed like a lifetime. He didn't kiss me, he didn't speak, he simply moved his head to meet my gaze and smiled. He wouldn't let me look away. Wherever my eyes hid, he found them, and when at last I knew that I couldn't escape it, I looked into his eyes and melted. My knees felt weak, the butterflies in my stomach turned to pigeons, and I realized that I'd been holding my breath. When the throb between my legs felt like it would finally burst, I moved up toward his lips for a kiss. He turned away. I tried again, and again he kept his lips from my reach. Embarressed by the rejection I tried to turn away, but his grasp on me got stronger. And still he did nothing. I was confused, discouraged, and disappointed. I didn't understand this game he was so obviously playing. When I could take it no more I looked up at him, and with all the courage I could muster I whispered "What's wrong?" He spoke to me then for the first time since we'd entered the house. He looked into my eyes and with the faint remnants of a smile still playing at the corners of his lips he whispered back "Tell me what you want." In an istant my heart began to race fater than it ever had before. I looked away and said in a voice so quiet that I didn't think he'd hear me, "I want you".His smile widened as he said, "You have me. I'm right here. Now,..tell me what you really want." His hands moved from my waiste to the buckle of my belt, then the button of my pants, then the zipper. He moved one of his enormous hands to my throat, and gently held me there, while his other hand slid inside my pants and down between my legs. He leaned in and softly covered my face in kisses, still holding my neck gently with one hand, still reaching toward an area with the other where only one other man had been. When he finally arrived at his destination my body contracted. He rolled his thumb slowly, softly across my clit while his fingers reached deep inside. I thought my knees would buckle. He leaned close again, and this time when he whispered "Tell me what you want" I responded truthfully, breathlessly, "I want you to fuck me." He released his grip on my neck and backed away far enough to lift me off my feet. He carried me into the bedroom, laid me on the bed, and closed the bedroom door....
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That first night.....pt. 2
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Posted:Mar 27, 2007 3:42 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 12:39 pm
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We walked to my car in silence, James and I. I'm not sure what prompted his quietness, but me, I was too nervous to form intelligent sentences, and I knew it. Somewhere along the way he'd reached down to hold my hand, and I hoped in silence that he hadn't noticed how tense I'd become. My self esteem had never been higher than at that moment, as I walked hand in hand with one of the sexiest men I'd ever known. He walked around to open the driver's side door, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as he closed it behind me. James was making his may to the passanger's seat when he was approached by a girl that I'd seen on his arm on a few seperate occasions. He stood there, with the car door open and one foot in the vehicle as he spoke to this girl, who I hated at that moment in time more than I'd ever hated anyone. I overheard as she asked him if his plans for the evening were set in stone, or if he might be able to slip away with her for a while. I almost laughed out loud when he bent down to kiss her forehead and said, "I'm busy tonight love." before getting into the car and taking my hand. "Gotta go." She glared at me for a few seconds before replying, "Maybe next time them." and walking away.
As we drove toward the house, James asked about Chris. I'd never kept it a secret that I was involved in a serious relationship, and he was checking to make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted. I lied and said that Chris was away with some friends for the weekend, and that seemed to satify his concerns. Although it seemed as though only a few seconds had passed since we'd left the bar, I found myself pulling into the driveway and switching off the ignition. The lump in my throat and butterflies in my belly that I'd been experiencing most of the night were now there with a vengeance! I didn't move for almost an entire minute, didn't know what to say or do that might keep me from looking as completely inexperienced as I was. James must have sensed my fear, and thankfully he broke the tension by leaning in close, taking my chin, and offering me the most delicate, most erotic kiss I'd ever experienced. As we kissed, I heard him take the keys from the ignition. He kissed me again softly, before turning to lead me up the steps to my door.....
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Been so long.....
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Posted:Mar 27, 2007 1:28 pm
Last Updated:May 15, 2024 12:39 pm
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I hate it that I'm not more disciplined about bloggin my thoughts. I'm such an opinionated person that I'm surprised I don't do this more often. Well not much has changed on this end. Still on the hunt for a couple or two to be friends with bennies, but that hasn't happened yet. Sadly there aren't enough people on this site that are real about wanting to get together. We get lots of mail, and lots of interest, but it never pans out when you get right down to it. All I know that hubby and I are getting really sexually frustrated. Oh we take care of eachother for sure, but I miss watching him fuck other women and having other hard, black dicks inside me. But what can you do right?????????
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Frustrations
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Posted:May 9, 2006 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2010 3:29 am
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It's been a long time since I've posted in my blog, I haven't even finished the story that I began when I first signed on, but I'm so frustrated that I couldn't help but share my feelings with you:
Here's what makes me angry, not just at everyone else, but at myself too....
There are so many of us on this site who have either swaped in the past or are interested in doing so now, and yet 9 out of 10 times all we do is talk, no action. No meets, no parties, although they are always in planning. Then there's this, I'm a big girl, not can't fit through the doorway big, but big enough that I shop for most of my clothing at Lane Bryant. I would be more than willing to organize a night out for a small group of people, but once guys find out I'm not 36 24 36 they lose interest. Well to hell with them, I'm sexy as hell and it's their loss anyway, but it makes for a very boring party if there are no other guys to play with.
So here it is, I am a spanish women who has only ever dated black men. I know, it's close-minded, but although there have been a few exceptions, for the most part, that's all that I have ever been attracted to. My husband is black, all of the mfm threesomes we've had have been with black males. My husband prefers white or spanish women. If you are a black man or white or spanish woman, and are SERIOUS about getting together for some adult fun, hit us up. If you LIKE or LOVE big girls, hit us up,... otherwise peace out!
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