uksnowy: Blog

I followed some school girls in classic plaid skirts in a mall during the week leading up to summer holiday. I wondered about the length of their skirts and the poor male teachers that must be tormented each day.

One place I would like to be is inside the gusset of their knickers. I could use the girl's motion to switch between their lovely juicy smelly orifices.

COMPLETED THIS MORNING

My wife and I were at an event last weekend, when I realised three of my favourite mature ladies - all there - would be perfect characters in a new work. I can use their real names too.
On starting it, fresh in my mind and ignoring the others part written, as you do, I thought I would try it as 3 different but linked tales, rather than chapters.
We'll see ....

Toying with writing a daft tale about Caster Semenya, the South African gender issue athlete being mistaken for Chloe Ayling the bimbo abducted in Italy - I mean how daft is that?

My first chapter story, I usually finish them in one.

I also post in Literotica and the Beast Forum. In Literotica you are not even allowed to mention other story sites.
Chapters 2,3 and 4 have been rejected in Literotica, because they say the two main female characters are underage, and they have a minimum age of 18.

I state in the text they are 18, they both have full time jobs. I mention them doing night shifts, does that sound like underage? it's just that they are backward, not streetwise and ignorant about things like menstruation and the distasteful porno trend of bald pussies.

Literotica are run supposedly by one person and very strict and I'm on the point of pulling out of there -
sort of fuck'em.

Any other SOL authors had a problem?

I met a Ugandan lady recently at an event. She very black, slim, gorgeous bubble butt and tiny tits, what I could see. She was dressed, but there beneath her bit fussy top were slight suggestions of bra less nipples. She was a lovely mover on the dance floor. I told her that and she giggled that she had no competition as she was the only black woman in the room.

The subject of her using the word black led into chat how that term is preferable than the term coloured, saying I am white, she is black.

We chatted many subjects even Idi Amin, as we drank our beers. He hands were alive gesturing all the time and I loved that dramatic change of skin pigmentation between the backs of her hands and her palms.

She had a great sense of humour too and I am an inveterate leg puller. When I mentioned that she was only 24, one of my jokes, she screeched with delighted mirth and confided she was 61. Her teeth were big, white and gappy. We laughed a lot, with her understanding my quips.

Not a pretty woman by any means but an interesting lively face made me engage her in a conversation - and that I had the opportunity to chat to her, without suspicion, interruption and be close to a true black woman, which I'd never experienced before. She was also very tactile, touching me with those sinewy black heavily bejeweled hands a lot. Standing so close I was discreetly studying her chest all the time, searching for better indications of those elusive nipples.
Her fingers were decorated with a lot of rings, all gold and I told her how much I admired them, which gave me the unplanned chance to finger them and therefor her hand, while she told me the stones, were emeralds, sapphires and diamonds. They looked spectacular and I said so, reverting back to her skin tones. Her palms were a smoky pink, hue.
She added that of course the soles of her feet were the same and she leaned closer, grasped my wrist in confidence and told me that the inside of her lady parts were the same colour too, bursting into fits of laughter.
How I wished I could be intimate with her.

Her skin colour and her age then my advanced years rolled to the subject of ageing and she suggested that black people don't show their age like whites, which then led me back to her 61 years and how whilst making a joke earlier I had no idea she carried those years.

It was such an open conversation, when her second husband, a lovely white chap joined us, I was very disappointed. I hope I meet her again at another event, quite likely.