Greetings! Happy MLK Day. If not for Dr. King, I wonder if this site would even exist?
So good to be back on this list. It has been year or so. Still think it's funny that two of my original threads (Once You've Gone Black and Preparing Your Daughters) still rank as some of the most viewed material!
It's been a rough year since Sandy's World Group web site all but crashed. It was a great writing outlet for sharing photo, and ideas/fantasies.
The reason for my post is to discuss something I have been thinking about for some time. It is how the interracial lifestyle affects anglo families beyond the wife or immediate person involved.
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When I was 18 years old, I had a white friend named Trevor who was a virgin and fairly unskilled with girls in our high school. Trevor also did not have much of a hoop game but wanted to play basketball like everyone else. Being the starting center on the team since a freshman, it was easy for me a see that Trevor made the cut and got to be on our team. I used to go over to Trevor's after school since both of his parents worked. The first thing I noticed was his little sister. Bridget had the cutest little bisquit in her freshman class. It took only about a week before I caught her at home after school alone. By the time Trevor got there, I already had Bridget in her cute young girl bedroom showing me her teen stuff. Since the door was open, I could see that Trevor was ALOT more intesterested in watching a black guy pop his little sister than try to protect her or go out and find any girl on his own. For the next two months, I made a daily stop at his house. Sometimes they would both be watching TV. I would just walk in and take Bridget by the hand and lead her to the bedroom with no words being exchanged. We would always leave the door open. Granted this was the 1980's and I did not understand the anglo male psyche and their need to see white females be taken by black studs. So my question is: An older anglo brother is not a cuckold, so what is he????????????
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Another quick example is the first white girl I ever dated. Her name was Melanie. We were both 17. Now that girl had long blond hair, great perky breasts and the kind of ass that brotha's just can not say "no" to. Melanie would invite me to her house after school. Her Mom did not work and I could sense the scorn in her voice when we were introduced after school one day. She would not even look in my direction. But as the months went on, Melanie and I would go swimming in their backyard and then slip into the bath house or her bedroom so I could appreciate her white teen charms. Then I begin to notice a change in her Mom. She started to wear make-up, dress sexily and even flirt with me while in their home. I tested this by giving her hugs when I was leaving to go home in the evenings. My hugs would last a little longer each time and my hands would slide down a little further too. She loved the attention. It was obvious to me that this white wife, who was 42 and still very sexy in her own right, needed to compete for attention with her daughter rather than succeed that she no longer was the queen of the household. My most potent test of this theory was one time when I pulled Melanie into her parents bedroom for a quickie before Mom came inside from the pool. Melanie resisted, but I wouldn't take no for an answer. After hittin' it with her for an hour, I got up and wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the kitchen for a drink. Melanie's Mom was standing by the service bar, wearing only a thin cotton pullover like you would wear over your bikini. Only Mom had nothing on underneath. She knew I had taken Melanie to her bed as a show of dominance over both of them. I could see Virginia's breasts swell as I approached her at the bar. She kept glancing down towards my towel and her hands were shaking. This woman was in many ways, more addicted to interracial sexing than her daughter who was being satisfied.
So I wonder what the label is for the Mom (Virginia)? Cuckold? What?
To bad I could not frame this up in a photo-story like in the old days.
So good to be back on this list. It has been year or so. Still think it's funny that two of my original threads (Once You've Gone Black and Preparing Your Daughters) still rank as some of the most viewed material!
It's been a rough year since Sandy's World Group web site all but crashed. It was a great writing outlet for sharing photo, and ideas/fantasies.
The reason for my post is to discuss something I have been thinking about for some time. It is how the interracial lifestyle affects anglo families beyond the wife or immediate person involved.
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When I was 18 years old, I had a white friend named Trevor who was a virgin and fairly unskilled with girls in our high school. Trevor also did not have much of a hoop game but wanted to play basketball like everyone else. Being the starting center on the team since a freshman, it was easy for me a see that Trevor made the cut and got to be on our team. I used to go over to Trevor's after school since both of his parents worked. The first thing I noticed was his little sister. Bridget had the cutest little bisquit in her freshman class. It took only about a week before I caught her at home after school alone. By the time Trevor got there, I already had Bridget in her cute young girl bedroom showing me her teen stuff. Since the door was open, I could see that Trevor was ALOT more intesterested in watching a black guy pop his little sister than try to protect her or go out and find any girl on his own. For the next two months, I made a daily stop at his house. Sometimes they would both be watching TV. I would just walk in and take Bridget by the hand and lead her to the bedroom with no words being exchanged. We would always leave the door open. Granted this was the 1980's and I did not understand the anglo male psyche and their need to see white females be taken by black studs. So my question is: An older anglo brother is not a cuckold, so what is he????????????
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Another quick example is the first white girl I ever dated. Her name was Melanie. We were both 17. Now that girl had long blond hair, great perky breasts and the kind of ass that brotha's just can not say "no" to. Melanie would invite me to her house after school. Her Mom did not work and I could sense the scorn in her voice when we were introduced after school one day. She would not even look in my direction. But as the months went on, Melanie and I would go swimming in their backyard and then slip into the bath house or her bedroom so I could appreciate her white teen charms. Then I begin to notice a change in her Mom. She started to wear make-up, dress sexily and even flirt with me while in their home. I tested this by giving her hugs when I was leaving to go home in the evenings. My hugs would last a little longer each time and my hands would slide down a little further too. She loved the attention. It was obvious to me that this white wife, who was 42 and still very sexy in her own right, needed to compete for attention with her daughter rather than succeed that she no longer was the queen of the household. My most potent test of this theory was one time when I pulled Melanie into her parents bedroom for a quickie before Mom came inside from the pool. Melanie resisted, but I wouldn't take no for an answer. After hittin' it with her for an hour, I got up and wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the kitchen for a drink. Melanie's Mom was standing by the service bar, wearing only a thin cotton pullover like you would wear over your bikini. Only Mom had nothing on underneath. She knew I had taken Melanie to her bed as a show of dominance over both of them. I could see Virginia's breasts swell as I approached her at the bar. She kept glancing down towards my towel and her hands were shaking. This woman was in many ways, more addicted to interracial sexing than her daughter who was being satisfied.
So I wonder what the label is for the Mom (Virginia)? Cuckold? What?
To bad I could not frame this up in a photo-story like in the old days.