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 Nancy my love stays: I work hard not to be bitter in the zero here, and otherwise to utter things that by this scant evidence ARE valent 'likes' for you, absolutely no perfect and quite 'scary' business to try but seemingly in each case what makes you smile. Case in point: interracial relations. Several veins of suggestion in the two web-logs dominant here (all lovelettering you) suggest that you have a liking for Blax, you enjoy their bodies on 'larks.' Do I know that even though that gives me joy deep down? Hell No! Once again I am not-healthily right-minded to guess  knowing yet nothing else to do. I must guess wrong  a lot! For instance when I sent 'interracial subliminal/hypnotic to you about being bred as white woman to Blak man, 'something' said you did not like that (as no hits on web-page.) What I (really do) like about white women breeding Blak babies is a donno what you like despite 'appearances.' YET I FEEL BAD ABOUT SENDING THAT...

 Nancy The heat, you know, that's it isn't it when like now the shimmer glimmers when @ summer again struggle I more not less I confess in to spin threads of air hot air. caring for mirage in the shimmer-summer; over and under the haze makes maze: days days days you-away stay in the attic static here: Unnear are U instead... I by fantasy am so fed where Soul sole imagines lost Lady You refashioned a Haunt a Ghost tossed whyless ByeTheBye QUEERED HERE the sky above sans love, See? Illusion confusion SO NO CLARITY so Ye shun. Yet I have just begun to exit from hot maddening sun at a day not done, begun to go where She only by memory shows as Nymph of Nether but for me dying-not My Holy, my meaning inner/wholly.

 I KNOW, You KNOW it is morally and ethically good for white persons to NOT shun Blax; I think WE, yes the two of us seem to be ethically immersing ourselves in this idea, but in odd juxtapositions of rules/regs we the two of us Explorers occasionally get voices that wrongly say that loving Blaks is dirty immoral ...Google just did that-- CENSORSHIP-- when I posted what I knew for both of us would be excellent training in interracial love... we both need to eliminate the cob-webby fables about mixing Blakly, and quirky Google is ambivalent/AC:DC at some times virtually on the Puritan level... I tried to post (and for OUR edification will sans NO@U continue) loving videos that forced nice milk from my chest, variously about married white couple who choose to grow the natural way a Blak baby, and other videos of closely that-ilk. GOOGLE (THOUGH ADMITTED THERE WAS NO EXTRAMARITAL ELEMENT IN ANY OF THESE) WOULD NOT PUBLISH THESE VIDS BECAUSE THEY WERE 'SENSTIVE' (WHAT THE H DOES TH...

 Now: Now: I want to tell you, Nancy: eros in me is largely of the vicarious, envisioned type  [always]; YouMyFavoriteLove have always-no-variance brought me deep erotic satisfactions, AS if You really know me will not be embellished by 'other eggs in my basket' [as of Your mention just after your birthday this year ;-)]... Near this very time in 2022, on Zoom, I beheld a woman's angst, a near-dead-ringer-for-mine-in-mostly-cured-then-ways, a manic-depressive (prone to melancholy before my eyes), a hiker, an outdooring woman for-real=> FOR ME IT COULD NOT BE OTHERWISE THAN GETTING MY PROFOUND INTEREST/PERSONAL-ATTRACTION AND THAT LIBIDINAL ATTENTION NEVER WENT AWAY, GREW LIKE A SUPERDUPER-MAGNETISM DID NOT EVER GO AWAY [AS NOW, UTTERLY THROUGHOUT THE SILENCE FROM 2024.3.13 TO THIS INSTANT]... I CANNOT BUT BE PROFOUNDLY ATTRACTED TO YOU FLUFFY-FLOWER, WILDFLOWER, MY-ROSE...I with a fiduciary-harder-than-bank-promise can ASSURE You (FarAwayWhoCares?) that my felt-bond for ...

NANCY, I SHALL BUY THIS TOP ON PAYDAY (ON/ABOUT 7.29.2024); MY GROWTH [ABETTED BY THO'T OF U ;-)] ABREAST I KNOW WILL MAKE ME 'HOTTER' I HOPE TO CIS-FEMS POST-SCRIPT I HOPE YOU 'DOWN DEEP IN ORGANS' LIKE  Nancy this is spun out of immense emphatically femininzed adoration of your body, its processes like and unlike mine, from a soul cave/grotto I fancily feel 'on the Inside and growing [from the 'Seeds' you and all the jilting ghosting fem trainers that continue-- whose 'haunt' I cherish whose-fooling-around [especially getting Blakt] I hugestly cherish with what transpersonal (Jungian) healers call the male-in-yang-returning-wombed-to-Her-Mother-of-Everything, I have to tell you of my special attention to my breasts, growing not only with sacramental estrogen and progesterone, with anti-testosterones, with concentration on all things womanizing, with You(with You..) NANCY FLOWER WILD FREE (I DEEP BELOVE BUT THEE) I pump just about every night, n...

 NancyTru-ILY: Thou wert never too informative, in the way like Ex and Tina had been silent too, about making luv to men-not-me; I think it is a more-general womanly characteristic to want 'secrets' not to be told to men who love'm. For me, with the stub of cis-male in me getting discomfited in that way of secrets or secrets of hints of Her hot fuks, the slow but for me happy result over time has been a definite trend toward the sensed cuckold pleasure of having a female partner by some inference-subjective that she has made love so wild, so appropriately, to someone male besides me, and I can report that YouNHz and so so many of luvs from bygone times 'fooled around,' notably got Blakt, becoming a joy to me of highest order, and-- You seem to shun this utter compliment: MY TITS HAVE GROWN D-CUP-AND-EXPANDING METHINKS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU/YOU'S . Nancy, You and You's I say prefer the no-way-good-cukoldress mode of silent-treatment/ghosting-variously to perp th...

 In my circle, it has become rather well-known that somehow-- after a life-prodrome in 'ugly duckling' status, and thus with in love an uninterrupted series of jilts by women (the ones I worship), by now my 'jealousy button' has been inverted, I actually as now powerfully ENJOY the now-woman-I-love to 'fool around' fundamentally as the metaphor goes; I think this means-- albeit never to have a real opportunity structure in this regard- that I would love to be a cuckold male-- not so much to be-humiliated at all, but emphatically that My Love become powerfully fulfilled in sexual activity, with almost no regard for me except to be 'there,' informed please not doing coy-hiding. My Ex knew that I was utterly OK with her so-called, appreciated-by-me infidelities  starting with interracials, going ever-secretly into free-dating, topping with her Caribbean tours of kind 'hot' white women make for-- unspoken-- romance tourism. Ex was so coy, never telli...

 I 'pumped' from about 3.30EDST to just-now 5p; meanwhile as I thougt of you and getting cucked-blak, Nancy, I did watch erotic, interracial sex movies, Blak-man-to-very-white women, all of whom seemed ecstatic for 'getting It'-- I was thinking a lot of you, Girl, and your coy way of never quite telling me re your erotics, coupled with the happy thought that indeed you are getting 'good physics' not with me. Milk comes for me when I am long at the pump, also letting myself feel arousal in my dangledown area; when I got off the pump, I was really wet @ both tits-- and-- sometimes with diligence this happens-- both nipples had liquid white spots , very assuring and  happy to me, proving it would seem, Nancy, especially if you nitty-gritty really cuckold me, that I can be nearly more perfect as a woman -- no higher goal of which I have. I think Geri Morgan will give me a date soon: pretty obviously she loves me, flirts with me to the permissible degrees she can as ...

 This is for U, Nancy: relax. I shall stay by you, your poet spinning guide for yarns only hoping for your being happy and loved-- novela for today 4U-- link/URL=>  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1h-0XmkW1ScdB2XgvIsFGXN1aTJ12d85F/view?usp=drive_link  Here, infra, the novela about (a SOME SUCH) Nancy (heroine) and feminized nice-guy husband, Lynn, into Blakt non-monogamous openness... Nancy stood at the kitchen sink, the morning sun casting a gentle glow on her bare shoulders as she washed the last of the dinner dishes. The quiet hum of the dishwasher filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of a plate. She felt a strange sense of restlessness, a hunger for something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her eyes wandered to the calendar on the fridge, the days blurring into a monotonous pattern of work, chores, and Netflix nights with Lynn. Lynn, her devoted husband of seven years, was still asleep upstairs. He had always been the sweet, attentive type, the...

 Nancy,  I for-U 'guided' another romance novel-- too crazy as the excesses and repititions of AI stories (www.perchance.org) tend to go-- link/URL=>  https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dqNHGjvD4X6kw3FVxybdc6pPOmU2cced/view?usp=drive_link -- it is about a loving mom who takes a son-child unhappily born male and raises him up with no indecision to be-- as I am-- a blissfully happy female-- the love of girls his age and women-- a community sex maven. MEANING FOR ME 2 U... utterly only on eros NHz-inspired, I shall have www.perchance.org on my outline write novels whose FIRST audience is YOU... For some reason, Nancy, of no surprise in your acquaintance of me, you INSPIRE Luv that stays stays stays... not from a possession-love do I love you-- but in the stasis that you seem indeed willing NOT to be faithful to me, as I have asked several times (the truth is that you while my cuckoldress-in-my-mind are even more a woman who guessably enjoys fuk but not with me, the glue th...

 I (right after last entry, status post loving interracial Blak-White videos) with pumping 'milked' substantially subliminally full-thoughted of You Nancy I love you forever I love you

 Nancy! Nancy Beloved of Men, Blak Men I hope ;-)... I must extol you in absentia from me! In imagination I envision the wonders of Thee now ?in-a-commune? where you are being multiply loved. The AI-generated romance novel (from www.perchance.org) did capture the hope of my heart, that is "Rachel Cucks Mark, Makes Black Baby, World Peace"   ... a piece I but 'guided,' providing an outline for the story of a married white couple-- of which we shall never be, Love-- where the wife Rachel wants to have adventure-fux with Blak men, and for her husband Mark to WATCH to which by conditioning multiply he relishes the trysts, especially  when Rachel by desire  gets 'gang-banged' and pregnant, and, keeping a 'Choco cuckold' relationship with Mark becomes a community goddess, and heroine, blessing Mark in his full happiness, on the delivery of the Black baby, to have his holding of the babe. OK: a fable: but I love this fable and want you, Nancy, to do some life...

 Here, I face FairFellowSufferess as Face Book lets; Geri does not Forget the Valentines then-a-vern-gave so unlearned (the nowdepraved one in times Fervent to burn so heated, overgrieved, deceived.again self-so-defeated un abled to yank out ThatOneThatTime's CupidArrow.) Sorrow every Morrow 'tis... the shaft's haft in gut fore.aft WILL kill p poor poets as that LuvOfHe'enAbove will always do @ times adieu WhenThisTimeShe aborts me OSurgicallyObstetricly trashed 2 such bin as fetal.abortuses go in when she wants a He to BlakenHer nown then. Geri does not forget that I luv Her yet status post millionmillion.cigarettes whose butts just make un-manned me pure sissy a-lovin Ye (Geri and Tish and HN with bloodweep Wounds in me.) Great is Luv romantically to make sissy missies soul&bodily!!!!!

  AI Story Generator-- Rachel Cucks Mark, Makes Black Baby, a Love Story for World  by Perchance.org 2024.7.11 white married man wants to be cuckold by Black men with his wife; very erotic narrative, graphic details and the said husband enjoys the pregnancies and black babies his wife, now wanting only Black men teases the husband constantly. Has powerful erotic ending "What do you mean you're not coming?" Mark's voice crackled over the phone, a mix of annoyance and something else, something Rachel couldn't quite place. "I'm saying exactly what you think I'm saying," Rachel replied, her eyes scanning the crowded office. She had slipped away from her desk for a moment of privacy, hoping the noise would cover her conversation. "It's just... I don't know, Mark. Something's changed." Her voice was a tightrope walk of defiance and apprehension. She knew this was a line they had never crossed before, but the thought of it had been...