BLUBBER . . .
jablake
There seems to be a thing for blubber on this group so I thought I posted a little story from the past about a very bouncy beautiful blubber blob. LOL! :)
I ashamed to admit it, but this particular blubber blob that I'm met at The Trap had my equipment headed North and I was actually feeling good. At the time I was stopping by almost as much as twice daily. This particular day I visited 3 times. Once for the afternoon, once for the early evening, and once for the late evening----3 reviews would have been worth doing, imo. Boy, the club was dead on my last visit of the day and deservedly so. I think it was my birthday so I didn't mind wallowing in the morosity.
To feel better the dancers tried dancing for themselves, the customers had long since bowed the heads. Finally, the dancing dancers just bowed their heads as well. It was a depressed a club as I'd ever seen. Just when I thought things couldn't get anymore depressing comes this bouncy (yes, she was bouncing as she walked-- remarkeably) blubber blob. Now, I was so much more depressed as she PLOPPED down beside me shaking everything including herself. I didn't dare look directly at her. Out of the corner of my eye she was quite a sight. At least 350 pounds of blubber and the blackest skin I'd seen in a long time. She smiled and her teeth were gleaming white almost blinding. I thought I sure as hell don't want to be her snack; not with those white teeth that looked all business. I thought it is my birthday, I deserve this so just try and stay strong. I even made a little plea to God.
She was as loquacious as she was blubberous. As she spoke in a very sweet voice I started to feel some “empathy†for what she was saying and I also felt bad that I couldn't really give her any money. A lap dance was definitely out of the question; she definitely would have crushed me! A BJ was also definitely out of the question; those gleaming white teeth put some real fright into me! So she is talking and she sounds like a nice girl who is down on her luck in a club that is the most depressed that I've ever witnessed. How can I make this a win win deal? In horror I became aware of a bulge in my shorts. What is this sickness I thought? It struck me. I'd been watching her besoms bounce up and down, up and down, as she talked and she was becoming a little breathless do to all the talking she was doing. With my interest now growing I was thinking what the hell can I do to make us both happy?!
Eureka!!! :) It came to me. A tittty fuck would feel so good. She would make some deserved money and I could have some fun. I got a big smile and was about to make a proposition. And, then. :( She says all she can get from guys is the offer of a titty fuck, but she wont do that because she is really a good girl. :( Then she asks if I might be interested in a dance. :( Yep, it is my birthday. :(
I ashamed to admit it, but this particular blubber blob that I'm met at The Trap had my equipment headed North and I was actually feeling good. At the time I was stopping by almost as much as twice daily. This particular day I visited 3 times. Once for the afternoon, once for the early evening, and once for the late evening----3 reviews would have been worth doing, imo. Boy, the club was dead on my last visit of the day and deservedly so. I think it was my birthday so I didn't mind wallowing in the morosity.
To feel better the dancers tried dancing for themselves, the customers had long since bowed the heads. Finally, the dancing dancers just bowed their heads as well. It was a depressed a club as I'd ever seen. Just when I thought things couldn't get anymore depressing comes this bouncy (yes, she was bouncing as she walked-- remarkeably) blubber blob. Now, I was so much more depressed as she PLOPPED down beside me shaking everything including herself. I didn't dare look directly at her. Out of the corner of my eye she was quite a sight. At least 350 pounds of blubber and the blackest skin I'd seen in a long time. She smiled and her teeth were gleaming white almost blinding. I thought I sure as hell don't want to be her snack; not with those white teeth that looked all business. I thought it is my birthday, I deserve this so just try and stay strong. I even made a little plea to God.
She was as loquacious as she was blubberous. As she spoke in a very sweet voice I started to feel some “empathy†for what she was saying and I also felt bad that I couldn't really give her any money. A lap dance was definitely out of the question; she definitely would have crushed me! A BJ was also definitely out of the question; those gleaming white teeth put some real fright into me! So she is talking and she sounds like a nice girl who is down on her luck in a club that is the most depressed that I've ever witnessed. How can I make this a win win deal? In horror I became aware of a bulge in my shorts. What is this sickness I thought? It struck me. I'd been watching her besoms bounce up and down, up and down, as she talked and she was becoming a little breathless do to all the talking she was doing. With my interest now growing I was thinking what the hell can I do to make us both happy?!
Eureka!!! :) It came to me. A tittty fuck would feel so good. She would make some deserved money and I could have some fun. I got a big smile and was about to make a proposition. And, then. :( She says all she can get from guys is the offer of a titty fuck, but she wont do that because she is really a good girl. :( Then she asks if I might be interested in a dance. :( Yep, it is my birthday. :(
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Tantric Massage DVD, Narrated by Dr. Ava Cadell.
I had high hopes for this DVD, but it was rendered unwatchable by, you guessed it, blubber. :(
It would have been a good place to advertise Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig.