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Story Of A Fat Black Woman Love

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I’m a fat black old woman, in a few weeks becoming 62 and divorced 14 years ago. It was a hard time, after a marriage for 23 years I was abandoned for another woman by my husband. Never expected it and it took a some time to recover from it. My marriage was childless and after my husband left me, life seemed very lonely. I was always a very direct physical woman and over the years I thought I accomplished to the sexual needs of my husband. I still call him my husband although another woman own him now, he still is mine, I think.

I picked up my life again, tried to find peace in my new circumstances and provide some happiness. The only thing I couldn’t provide was the warm intimacy with my husband. May I thought I grew over it; I didn’t. I missed it a lot and I began to look around. As I told you, I’m a very plump woman, call it awesomely fat. I’m very massy, not just in the hips but everywhere. I’m not the type to attract the eyes of the beholder but more the type for those who won’t go for the common type.

I’m aware what attract most of the eyes are my huge boobs; in my earlier days I’ve considered to made them some sizes smaller but my husband wouldn’t let me. I gave up diets because over the years I’ve used to my excessive fat figure. What I do is take the necessary care of myself; I never go on the street without make up and proper dressing. I’m living in the sunny state and mostly wear light garments. Dark red and dark green or yellow fits me the most. Once in a while I visit a beauty salon where I have my hair done, my nails done and get rid of the unwanted hair in my face. Continue reading


Busty Sandra introduces her special new friend

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Sandra and I had been engaged for a month. In that time, I’d moved in with her and found hot, horny happiness day after day. Jenny was upset that I’d left her, and had cried non-stop when the day came for me to leave. However, after seeing her walking up our old driveway arm in arm with two tall, suntanned, muscular guys as I was driving past one day…well, I figured she was ok. Hell, I even toyed with the thought of calling her up 10 minutes later, knowing how hard it would’ve been to maintain a conversation with a cock or two in her mouth. I’d explained the situation to Sandra, and that I was a little frustrated about Jenny and her fast-healing emotional structure. Sandra’s answer was to kneel in front of me, unzip my fly and start slowly jerking me off as I spoke. “Is she on your mind, that little bitch? Then why not shoot your sticky load over my face. That’ll make you feel better.” Continue reading


Submission and Fetish

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For once, I actually decided to look at some of the other categories on the streaming sites I’d visit. So many things came up under fetish. Some of it I don’t get but to each their own. A BBW was mixed in with the fetish and as I had expected before hand, it wasn’t my cup of tea. Several videos had girls dominating guys in leather or latex outfits. I liked how tight they were, showing off every curve of their body, leaving little to the imagination. Upon thought, I had never been dominated, it was always me taking control. The female domination videos were getting me hard for the most part, but at times they were a little extreme. Nobody was shocking my balls! Continue reading


Plumper goddess from the coffe shop

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Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me’ the tune was stuck in my head. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or think about something else, I kept thinking about it being my birthday. I don’t know why. Thirty-six isn’t a great milestone. It was just another day of the week to everyone else. It was only special to me. Still, I kept singing ‘Happy Birthday to me’ in my head. I almost walked into the girl waiting in front of me at the coffee shop. If I were actually paying attention, I’d have never missed her.

She’s not the kind of girl you can overlook. Her attitude and generous curves made her stand out. She had a voluptuous, rubenesque figure and was gorgeous. She wore a scent of jasmine that reminded me of a girl I dated in High School who was also a curvaceous girl. I had a huge crush on her. When I took her to a dance, she spent the night flaunting her generous cleavage in a low cut black velvet dress. The view down that dress as we slow danced left me harder than a rock. We spent a lot of time slow dancing that night and she spent a lot of time whispering to the other girls about it. I got a lot more dates after that night. Continue reading