There is a place in Fort Worth that we went too called the black rooster ..
White Lady in a Black Bar
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All the clubs in Brooklyn Ill.and Washington Park Ill.what clubs are you going to, Pam?
Here's my wife
Vixer
Couple
As a white cuckold, I would love to take my girlfriend and more white girls to those clubs, and see how much fun they are having with real men!
There is no greater pleasure for a white than to be morally crushed by blacks, seeing how they fuck the females that we cannot.
i got you.....Still wanna try this but a little nervous
i know a place
Melissa Baker
Female
Yes. My ex -bf used to take me to a local Caribbean cultural club for most of our dates.
Fuck yea always thought of bull sliding up into wife in her mini skirt at the bar
My wife automatically submits to any BBC who wants her. That eliminates useless chit chat and they both get down to business right away. She takes in a lot of sperm in a minimum amount of time. We're surprised she's not pregnant yet.
I have visited a predominate black club on 2 occasions. Both times I was allowed/instructed to dance with anyone who asked. I was fondled, touched everywhere, stripped of my panties but not fucked. Both times my bbc would not allow me to be fucked.
Been there. I travel to Ft. Worth for business.
Try JD’s pub on Eagle Creek Parkway between 38th and 46th
I’m based in Brum what are these places called? Thanks
PawgCelia223
Female
Anna didn't think of herself as 'musical.' The quiet, mousy, and occasionally struggling Chemical Engineering student always found music a bit baffling. Why did people get so emotional about it? And rhythm--that was really jarring. And so stupid really. She just couldn't see the excitement.
But for her Gen Ed requirement she signed up for an Intro Music Theory course, maybe just to broaden her horizons a bit. The professor, a middle-aged white man with a background in government psychiatric research, gave the class a little personality quiz on the first day. Anna's results showed she had great promise as an 'auditory-suggestive processor submissive,' whatever that meant. It sounded to Anna like more touchy-feely gobbledigook. But the professor seemed to put great stock in this finding. By the end of the 2nd week he had Anna to his office and explained that she would be paired for the semester with another, more 'musically experienced' student as her 'processor submissive.' The two would collaboratively work on demonstrating Anna's enhanced auditory-suggestive capabilities, and the proof of those would entirely determine both students' final grade.
It was a lot to take in--and it all seemed awfully vague. But the professor was insistent that Anna would have to trust herself completely to her partner's suggestions. She would have to keep a very open mind and always be ready to try whatever changes could help awaken her latent auditory processing capabilities. Learning how to 'get into the groove' would not be easy for Anna, the prof conceded, but (his eyes brightening with mischievous excitement) once Anna surrendered herself to the beat and learned to go with her instincts, a whole new world of experiences would open for her. 'Primal passion, boundless pleasure--and even profit!' Or so he claimed.
There was something intriguing about it, Anna admitted to herself. Her college years were going by in a drag of lab routines and dull equations to memorize. Could life really offer such exciting alternatives? The professor really seemed to think she had such potential, almost as though he could see inside Anna some different version of herself, someone who sounded startling and wild. Who was this different version of herself? And would the semester really see her come awake, alive, perhaps even to replace the mousy Anna who looked back at herself in the mirror every morning?
But Anna's quiet little heart skipped a beat when the professor told her who her designated 'processor mistress' was going to be. The one whose every suggestion must be taken as a demand, the partner she must trust herself to no matter how potentially ridiculous the outcome. Not Cimber Pawgkoff! The obnoxious, gum-snapping Kinesthetics/Africana Studies double major with a pierced eyebrow who was well known to work as a, as a--STRIPPER! And in some sort of 'hip-hop nightclub' too!
Anna left the office in sunken spirits. Well, what else could she take for a Gen Ed requirement? Was Conversational Italian still booked to capacity? But as she turned the corner she heard the clomp clomp of a pair of heavy platform boots coming up the stairwell. In a moment, none other than Cimber herself stood before Amber, replete in a midriff baring halter top and low rise schoolgirl skirt that did little to conceal the Chinese characters that inked her pelvis.
Anna froze. But Cimber just batted her glitter-caked lashes and lazily flicked away an ombre-hued lock of hair from her face, revealing her pierced eyebrow raised in amusement. "Hey girl!" she greeted her, her 'r' gently lisped by the weight of the stud piercing her tongue. "I guess you heard you're like my final project now and stuff? *******, we gotta get started on you." Anna just blushed as this menacing apparition appraised her. "Yeah," Cimber decided, "for starter's let's do something about this hair!" And with that, Cimber yanked Anna by the wrist and started leading her down the stairs. Anna's stomach lurched in protest, but she said nothing as Cimber gently mumbled some tune about 'bitches and hoes.' The semester was just getting started. . . .
I went to an all-black bar with my friend, she it would be easy to meet somebody there. I dressed up, heels and short skirt and showed my tommy. There were 4-5 other white girls there, my friend (she is black) told me to sit on one side of the bar. I meet an older man and I ended up sleeping with him later that night – I was not virgin the next morning.
What clubs in Illinois do you guys go to? Names? Always looking.
Hustler in Washington Park,Bottum up or Roxy’s in Brooklyn,the old Oz and PT’s in Sauget.
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