
01-01-2012, 11:26 PM
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Junior Member
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Join Date: Jan 2012
Posts: 17
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Life changes
Hello Readers,
Allow me to give a brief introduction. My name is Lorie, I am 30, and I have been married for 8 years and recently filled for a divorce. I hope I don’t bore you but I feel I should share a little history before getting to bits of my story I am sure you are eager to read. About three months ago, my husband was going on a weeklong hunting trip. I woke early with him and we had a good sex and I sent him on his way. I had the house to myself and was excited about having some alone time. I made a pot of coffee and sat down at the computer to read emails and the news. There were no letters and all the news was dreary and I found myself bored. I did a few searches and came across a chat room called Chatropolis. I figure what the hell and decided to check it out. There was a long list of the different rooms. I opted to enter one for housewives and as I entered there was an image of a beautiful blonde wrapped in the arms of a handsome muscular black man. It was a very sexy image. I spent a few minutes chatting with men in the room and found them to be pushy and somewhat perverted. I logged out, showered and went to work. Work was slow and I found my mind wondering back to the image of the blonde and black fellow. I was surprised that the image had such an impact on me. I had dated a few men of color when I was younger but always found myself more attracted to white guys. So I was puzzled as to why this image was so etched into my mind.
I went home to the empty house and fell asleep early. I woke up at around 4 am and once again I was thinking of the image of the blonde and the black man. I was restless and logged into Chatropolis again. This time I picked a room for Black men and white women. I was bombarded with images of black men and white women having sex. Honestly I was appalled by many of them but there were a few that aroused me. Also, I received message from numerous men asking crude questing and making demeaning demands. I was about to log out and a fellow named James messaged me. He was very nice and we had a long chat. He was from New Orleans and he posted some very tasteful erotic images. I was turned on by James. We chatted for about an hour and James said he had to go to work and would like to meet me later for cybersex. Cybersex? What the hell? I had never been into manual stimulation and thought fucking some guy on the internet was lame. However, I agreed to meet him in the same room at 5pm sharp.
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