I have never been lucky in love with women or men. So finally I decided to try those telephone personal ads. You have seen them in the back of those cheesy, swanky local newspapers. Free voicemail box, free to record, blah, blah, blah. Ads screaming things like "Bi-curious, call now!" with two men, looking suggestively at each other.
I always thought that it might be a bunch of baloney. Some cock-a-mamie trick to get people into using their service. But being that my libido was in the mood for something different and my "whore"-mones were in overdrive, I decided, "Why not?". The worst that could happen is that I would attract some psycho killer or no one at all.
I called the number followed the instructions...and when the voice instructed me to, I recorded the following message: "Petite Black woman looking for another woman either White, Spanish, or Black to satisfy her erotic desires. Must be disease and drug-free. And discreet. Must be height-weight proportionate. I have shoulder-length black hair, green eyes, 36C caramel-colored titties, with chocolate brown nipples, and a neatly trimmed pussy. I enjoy mutual masturbation, massages, porno films, giving/receiving oral sex, etc. If this sounds good to you...please leave a message on box #..."
I was so excited that I finally had the nerve to do it. To gain some experience, I listened to some other ads that were placed by other users. Some were barely audible, some were very vulgar, some were too weird or demanding.
Day after day, I would faithfully check the mailbox, hoping for a response. And much to my disappointment, there usually wasn't any at all. Just when I was about to give up all hope, I received a message from a woman named Lynn. She said that she was married, but was looking for something "extra" on the side. Not to worry, because he wouldn't be joining in, filming or even watching. I was ecstatic. Not only did I receive a message, but she sounded like my ideal woman.
After a few weeks of phone chatting, we decided to meet at her house, clear on the other side of town. I could hardly sleep the night before. I tossed and turned. What should I wear? Should I bring a movie or not? Will we get physical or not?
I dashed over to the video store and picked up a used porno called "Lascivious Lesbians". It was four hours long and for $6.99, you couldn't beat it. I finally made it to her house an hour later than I told her. I walked up and knocked on the door.
A very pretty and very pregnant fair-skinned Black woman opened the door. She wore a sheer gown, that exposed her enormous round tits and protruding stomach. She looked as though she might be due any day.
"You must be Mimi," she said, smiling. She extended her hand out to me.
