Angelina:
I tried looking at your profile, no go.
I tried looking at your profile, no go.
My first time ever was with my girlfriend's older brother. We had a party at her house and he bought the alcohol since he was in his 20s (so typical for a H.S. party right?). One thing led to another, we flirted, danced then he brought me into his old room...long story short, I lost my virginity to a black guy. No regrets either!Ladies...tell us bout your first, where did you do it? Did you feel guilty or sexy after?
Bet that was a trip lmaoMy first time seeing it was when I walked in on my mom and a blk man.
Hahaha you'll be in for that sweet chocolate treat soon..Bbc virgin here
Hahaha you'll be in for that sweet chocolate treat soon..
Enjoy!!haaaa so I have been told.
Willll doEnjoy!!
a man who contacted us off here wanting a regular............. so were weHow was he?
that's what you call a hot session then.I feel your pain. My legs trembled when I walked, my stomach hurt too. I remember sleeping with an ice pack on my pussy
that's the way to celebrate.In the back seat of my SUV with one of my ex's co-workers in the parking garage of the courthouse immediately after the divorce was final. Actually came twice before we left. I felt very sexy and we spent the entire weekend in my condo.View attachment 3488061
got to be the best place for a bull to have the wife.We brought the bull to our house to fuck her in our bed
once bitten truly smitten then.I had my first when I was 19, I was a single mom living in a low income housing division. A girl I had become friends with invited me to a party she was having. I met him that night he offered to walk me back to my place, the best sex ever he was amazing I was wore out afterwards
better late than never.Not long after my divorce (from a dull white guy), the company I worked for sent me to a four-day seminar/conference in another city. I checked into the hotel (the company was paying for everything!), and went to the bar for a *******. A very good-looking black guy who was there to attend the same conference bought me a ******* and we talked for several hours. As much as I tried to project a cool demeanor, I could feel a rising level of sexual attraction and need inside, and I know he was picking up on it.
After several hours at the bar (we weren't ******* - just pleasantly buzzed) he asked me to have dinner with him. I told him YES and asked him to come up to my room with me so I could get a jacket to go out. (Chicago in the winter - it was freakin' COLD outside!)
When we got inside my hotel room, I was damp between the thighs and just about aching with need. As soon as I closed the door, he turned me to face him and backed me up against the door, pressing his body hard against mine, and I was kissing him like my life depended on it. My snatch was totally wet and tingling.
After kissing for a couple of minutes, I turned him around and pressed HIS back to the door. I dropped to my knees and opened his pants and started playing with his cock and kissing and sucking the head of it. He was totally stiff, and it I loved how powerful it made me feel to be giving him his pleasure.
He stopped me before he came and we moved to the bed and undressed each other. We were all over each other. Needless to say, we didn't go out for dinner. Hours later, we ordered room service.
Long story short, we spent pretty much the whole four days in bed, either in my room or his. (We switched back and forth between the rooms each day so the hotel housekeeping could get in to clean up the rooms.) We didn't attend any of the conference sessions. We were too busy!
LOL! Guilty? Hell, NO! I felt WONDERFUL! After years of being boxed up in an unfulfilling marriage, i had just gotten totally and righteously LAID! Joyously and completely ROGERED! BONED within an inch of my life.
During my marriage, I had come to think of myself as being a cold person sexually. This fling in Chicago was my first experience with a black man. I had always (back as far as I could remember, even when I was a little girl) felt attracted to black, but had been raised to think that was off limits to a "good" white girl like me. Once I turned the corner in Chicago, the shackles were off.
Here's the TRUTH: I should ALWAYS have been with black, from the very beginning. I only regret that it took me so long . . .