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thickazzgurlz:

Thickazzgurlz
Who is she

thickazzgurlz:

Thickazzgurlz

Who is she

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badwickedsoul:

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dick all up in the ass! its a fat ass too!

badwickedsoul:

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dick all up in the ass! its a fat ass too!

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Here I go with my late night thoughts again…”I crave…

Since the summer of 2012 I’ve been growing my hair. I was just tired of constant barber visits and getting my hair cut over and over again. So I grew it out, into dreads! Now a couple years later, this hair has totally transformed my look. As if I should have always had dreads. They are not shoulder length yet, but touching the back of my neck. I have always thought I was a good looking guy. Not just by my own self confidence, but from women in my past. Pretty girls like me, simple as that. But this hair, these dreads, just push my look over the edge. The front can even come down and cover my eyes somewhat. My point is that I feel even more handsome, and have more sex appeal than I’ve ever had in my life. The only way I could achieve even more, would be if my body looked like The Rock. A chiseled specimen. My body is not at all bad, by FAR. With my shirt off you can still see some definition here and there. So sometimes I look in the mirror at myself, like damn, I look fucking good! Decent body, handsome face, wavy, ‘getting to be long’ dreads. If I was a girl, I’d fuck me. No question. That same feeling that I get when I look in the mirror, I actually crave from a female. I want her to look at me like that, like I’m almost irresistible. I want her to stare into my eyes, as if she can’t look away, from fearing that I might disappear right before her very eyes, while she runs her fingers through my hair. I want her to confess that every time we are together that her heart skips a beat, and when we’re apart, its almost as if a small part of her is dying. LOL. Am I being extra? 5 years later, I still look at my girl like this. I still go up to her and grab her face, and just look, and kiss, and then look some more, and then kiss some more. I still hug and pull her close, palming her ass tightly and staring deep into her eyes. When we are like this, I can easily feel our connection, the physical of course, but more importantly the spiritual. Its thick in the air. You can cut it with a knife. But thats the thing. I’m always the one to initiate these kinds of “come ons.” I always go up to her. Throwing her against the wall, and passionately sharing and intimate moment. I CRAVE THESE SAME THINGS DONE TO ME. Dont get me wrong, she shows me love, but not quite in these particular ways. I’m thankful for everything she does, and I know for a FACT that she deeply loves me. But I want more of…IDK what to call it, but I explained it here, and if you get what Im trying to say, then you understand. And I want more. Not some 24hrs a day type of shit, but that surprise “let me show you my passion” moment. Our relationship is strong, very, but its not perfect. And it has its dull moments, like anything in life. But if I had a little more of that spontaneity, I could think about it during those moments of dullness, so it wont feel so dull. Especially now that we’ve been together so long I feel that these moments are even more important. Just to show each other that its still there. Tell me that Im sexy, that you’re turned on by me. That I make you blisteringly horny! Tell me you lust for me.  LOL. Now Im starting to sound like a teenager, but I treat our love like its still in our teenage years. Like its fresh and new, because you have to, to keep the feelings alive. I AM THE LAST OF A DYING BREED when it comes to this love shit. I just want someone, mainly my girl, to return the favor.

New decision.

Previously, I wasn’t going to marry my girlfriend of 5 years until she could get her body in order. We only have 1 child together, and I think her stomach is way out of proportion. But now I have decided to go ahead and marry her anyway. We’ve been together too long, and its wrong in the eyesight of God to live like that. I want to show God that I genuinely love her, regardless of what her body looks like. I love her for her mind, and soul. We have a deep mind and soul connection, and that is something that practically doesn’t exist in this day in age. That is something you can build a future with. I honestly don’t think I will be able to have the level of love and emotion that I possess now, for any other female, ever. So I will marry her, fat stomach and all, in hopes that God will see my seriousness and true love for her, and smile upon me, blessing me with the means to alter her body. Today I was looking at her sister, and she has a fat ass, and flat stomach. Its not washboard abs flat, but flat enough that its not hanging over her jeans. And her butt is substantially fatter than my girl. Im not greedy. Its not like its a cherokee butt, but I would enjoy it more than my own girl, and I would be satisfied. I like her build alot. No lie. But when you are dealing with God, he does not put everything on a platter and hand it to you. Some things are given by his grace and mercy, things that are necessary. He does bless individuals with their wants too, within reason. I totally and completely understand that had my girl had a body like her sister, it would’ve been way too easy for me to fall for her, and in love with her. I would’ve simply looked past her mind and soul, and went straight for the body. Not caring what kind of person she was, not caring about her feelings, or anything else not related to her body. Sure, in time I would’ve found these things to be just as great as her body, but the way I would’ve fallen for her, and the reason I would’ve married her would be more towards how great her body is. I would have wanted to tolerate certain things more, because oh, my girl has a flat stomach, and a fat ass, and I WOULD DO ANYTHING to keep that around. That is not a relationship. That is simply putting up with anything just to get what you want. And, unfortunately, you can’t learn anything in a situation like that. With all that being said, I understand why her stomach got so big after only 1 child. This is ultimately a test for me. A test that I will pass. And to pass this test, I must marry her, or things will never change. Though somewhere in my heart, I am terrified, TERRIFIED that she will always look like this, and possibly put on more weight in that area, and end up looking like her mom. I mean, its her mom after all, the post baby build is in her genes. I know that one day the same will happen to her sister too, that after she has her baby, that stomach will explode in size, shape, shakiness, and fat. Its in the genes. At this point, I would rather marry her, hope for a change, and be TERRIFIED that it wont come, than to not have and not be with her at all. God, I know you are real. You know the innermost feelings of all men. You know that everything that I wrote here today is precisely what I feel at this moment in time. You know that I will always love her. Even in my most weakest times, even at my strongest. God please, somewhere down the line, if you could bless us, please. It would mean EVERYTHING to me. More than everything. I dont even know what else to say.

My favorite wrestler, and the meanest Peoples Elbow he ever dropped on someone!

My favorite wrestler, and the meanest Peoples Elbow he ever dropped on someone!

Now…

I  am honestly too scared to ask my girl for anything. It’s a horrible feeling. We just woke up a little while ago, and Im kinda hungry. But before I ask her to go please make breakfast, I will probably go make myself a sandwich. I wanted some head so bad this morning and I used every ounce of strength inside me to not ask. The struggles….

For a while now…

Everytime I ask my girl for something sexually related, we get into an argument. It doesn’t matter the frequency when I ask, because I’ve asked at intervals. Sometimes I wait three or 4 days after our last sexual encounter, other times I may wait 6 or 7 days later. But it never fails, that EVERYTIME I ask, we have an argument. Its been going on for so long that I dont remember the last time I asked and we didnt have an argument. But when its time for her to get hers, Im quick to jump on it. When she asks I never hesitate to deliver. Sometimes I even go as far as to suck her nut straight from her pussy. I never argue, complain, or bitch about it. I just do it. I enjoy doing it. Today like any other, I asked, we argued, but this time it was different. When this happens, I lose some of myself emotionally. Because I spend much of my mental energy diffusing the argument just to get to the sex. Shit the argument in itself is draining. But this time was different. I HAD TO KNOW WHY!!!! Just thinking about the situation to write this is draining. So after all the back and forth, she finally admits this: “I don’t know why I argue with you.” This is of course a quick statement to get me off her case, but for now I accepted it. Though, I told her that I will be asking at a later date what the real reason is. I dont know if I can continue to be with a person like this. She must hate pleasing me sexually, and if thats true, Im willing to work with her to see why. I just wish instead of arguing with me, she would just tell me the truth.

allthickwomen:

Blu

you my dear, will be jerked off to.

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No more

I usually fuck my girls head, but its becoming too painful for me. Lately she’s been biting my dick when I bust in her head. I wish she would STOP FUCKING BITING ME! Tired of forcing her head down when Im about to nut. I wish she would just take it. Been fucking her head for a LONG TIME now. Why she acting like this is brand new? Way to fuck up the only thing I really like. I’ll stick to fapping. UGH…..