one girl's obsession

This would be quite appropriate in the ww’s domain but we all know you men peeked to see what we would say. So, here’s my frivolous essay on one little white girl’s obsession…

I know as women, we are stereotyped to adore shopping. We are said to lust over jewelry, shoes, and handbags. I do like these items but knock-offs excite me as much as the real thing. My obsession is hidden: my bras and panties. Every since I received a paycheck at the age of 15, I have adored lingerie. The conditions were that the top and bottom had to match and that it had to be sexy. This is funny since I didn’t let anyone see what was underneath except for me (even now very few men see what is under my clothing). That is my hidden pleasure. I walk around on a daily basis in beautiful lace, sheer, satin, or corseted lingerie in a variety of colors: black, nude, whisper pink, hot pink, aqua, lavender, red…hmmm, what else? I am specific, also. I don’t like padded cups because the thought of a man grabbing my breasts and feeling fabric is not sexy. I always have a demi cup because they give my breasts the most beautiful cleavage. I also have tiny shoulders so, out of practicalities, the straps criss-cross or the bra clasps in front. As for the panties (underwear are for men), I am very concerned with VPL (visible panty line). Also, my booty is far from flat so bikinis or briefs end up sneaking to the middle. So, I prefer panties that are already up the ass crack. (You would be surprised how more comfortable they are.) So, for the longest time I bought g and v-strings. I am petite so thongs are too high and come up to my belly button. I have recently discovered my new love…the tanga. For those who are not die-hard VS consumers like myself, they are like boy shorts with a lovely show of the ass cheeks and no VPL. Today, I was forced to buy three new pairs. It is obvious that my brand of choice is Victoria’s Secret. I am quite loyal. I do longingly stare at the La Perla ads in my InStyle magazine. However, the price range for these lovelies is outside of my budget. However, I do not doubt that there will come a time when my La Perla bra and panty set will be under an outfit that costs less than what is underneath.

So, ladies. What obsession could cause you to write an essay? Men, I would love to hear about your materialistic obsessions.

 

I am a man and I do not have any materialistic obsessions since material things do not mean much to me. The only obsession I could see myself writing an essay or poem about is white girls and my love for everything about them. example:

i call this poem...."WHITE GIRLS...MY POISONOUS PASSION"

Their hair, their nails, their laugh, their eyes...
They way they talk, lick their lips, and move their thighs...
The way their ass fits in those tight blue jeans...
They way they use black slang when they don't know what it means...
The way their white skin feels when I rub their smooth hips....
They way it tastes when I kiss their pink lips...
Their golden blonde hair that sways in the air...
They way they stroll in packs through the mall without a care...
When I stare in those beautiful eyes, my heart starts to melt...
Scared to show the feelings she knew I always felt...
Their innocent giggle gets me everytime...
Some white girls are just FINE, but I need me a dime...
One who loves rap but can cook up a storm...
One who can fit in with the crowd, but still ain't the norm...
One who loves to make love, but is good at giving head...
One who is classy in the streets, but a freak in the bed...
I need me a white girl, with class and a fat ass...
Sexy body's a must, not too shy with some sass...
Long nails are key, tongue rings drive me wild...
I've loved everything about white girls since I was a child...
I see so many hot ones, so many to choose...
It motivates me to win one each time I lose...
I'll search for that special one, even it takes the rest of my life...
I need more than a slut or a friend, but also a wife!

 

hhahaha Great and fun post Laina!

Ok here's mine:

I'm obsessed with the color pink and all articles on my body matching...except bras. If 'they' made them in colors other than black, white, and nude for my size I would match them also.

Panties!! I'm a VString freak! I despise VPL too, and I'm with ya on the comfort thing!! I'd rather have a 1/8 inch strap of fabric up my arse any day than a couple of inches of fabric from 'normal' panties. lol Since I can't match panties with bras, I match panties to my clothing color, unless of course I wear jeans and in that case, I don't wear panties. I hate panties on with jeans!

Socks, shoes and belly ring must match as well, and since I wear lots of pink I match my nail polish to the different shades of pink. Speaking of polish..it must always be chip free and not worn or fading and the color on fingers and toes MUST match!!!

Now I get questions about why I'm concerned with things matching when they aren't visible anyway. Like you, it just makes me feel good!

Thanks for posting something fun and girly! :wink:

Stephanie

 

Now I feel like a crap girl - I don't really have any materialist obsessions and shopping leaves me a bit cold in the main - maybe because i have expensive taste and have been a student forever, so no money to satisfy it. I guess I like handbags as I have about 100 but I don't ever feel that excited about them.

Probably the only obsession I have is movies which means I have about 200 DVDs, might sound a bit boring but I do love love films. And also sniffing around in bookshops, love the smell of new or old books. 8) I'm pretty anti-materialist though - can't see myself getting excited about buying anything except possibly my first house!!

 

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I think we all have vices!

 

Furniture is my obsession. And more specificly, I looooove Baker. Just look at this Barbara Barry chair...



This is my bed. Love it.

 

Your bedroom is twice the size of my entire flat! :lol:

 

Ah, a fun thread, and a funny one at that...

and, I would say that I have an obsession with learning. I am a curious person by nature, and I am always exploring and challenging myself to expand what I already know, from clothes to language courses, computers to comic strips, you name it.

I guess I'm just nosy as hell! :lol:

 

nice poem

did you real write that. I agree with the most of the poem except the golden blond. i like dark and curly

 

Then I probably shouldnt show you my closet...

 

I also absolutely adore bathroom fixtures. Polished nickel is exquisit. Michael Smith does a line called Town and Country for Ann Sacks that is to die for. Here is a sample...




Here is a sample of my bathroom I redid myself in an older home I now use as a rental...

 

Here is one for you, Pey. It was written by Eldridge Cleaver and is published in his book Soul on Ice...

To A White Girl

I love you
Because you're white,
Not because you're charming
Or bright.
Your whiteness
Is a silky thread
Snaking through my thoughts
In redhot patterns
Of lust and desire.

I hate you
Because you're white.
Your white meat
Is nightmare food.
White is
The skin of Evil.
You're my Moby Dick,
White Witch,
Symbol of the rope and hanging trees,
Of the burning cross. Loving you thus
And hating your so,
My heart is torn in two.
Crucified.

 

HAHAHA :lol: that was SO apt!

 

The ONLY thing I'm obessessed with is sex. When I am going to get some next? What I am going to do this time? What I did last time? That time that I....? How kinky it was when I...? How I'm going to get her off this time?

 

I am obsessed with women. :lol: That obsession is stemmed from so many things.

 

Yes I did really write that, making thoughts rhyme and writing poems is a talent of mine, ask any girlfriend I've ever had. I write them poems pretty much every week, just for no reason. Not enough boyfriends are romantic like that, nah mean? Gotta show that love and appreciate so that fine white pussy don't leave your ass for some otha nigga. Here's another sample of my poetic genius....

What is it about White Girls that has me so obsessed?
Is it their laugh, their smile, their ass or their chest?
Is it how their beauty blossoms like a leaf from a stem?
Is it how they shine like brand new gem?
Or maybe it's how they tempt me with their womb
And make every nigga stare when she steps in a room
Blondes, brunettes, it's all the same
Some may hate the player, but I love to play the game
I can never forget the face, number or name
The day our eyes met, is the moment we became
Ebony and Ivory making sweet nasty love
A forbidden desire ordained from above
We walk hand and hand as haters stare from afar
We laugh as they try to figure out exactly what we are
Are we victims of Jungle Fever lusting over skin?
Or are we two lovers with passion that runs deep within?
I'm not ashamed to admit to this disease
I'm not embarrassed to admit white girls bring me to my knees
Give me your love and I'll do anything you ask
Spread those sexy legs and I'm up to the task
Bend over and I might spank that fat white ass
Dirty thoughts always lose to a heart of glass
Bad girls have blinded my love for far too long
Each right road I take eventually turns wrong
Each morning I wake I know that girl's waiting in her thong
To seduce me and sing that same old song
How I'm the only black guy on her mind
Yet somehow I fall for it everytime
Fucking them is a pleasure I can never hide
I just pray loving them won't cost me my pride

 

To be fair, I do feel positively upset if I don't know where my next shag is coming from, and I'm very much addicted to my rampant rabbit.

 

Why do the jingles in furniture commercials sound better than the ones in other commercials? Just a thought that passed my mind.

 

My Obsession at the moment is that of writing poetry...all kinds...this one speaks to an obsession of sorts...enjoy

The Venus Mons fresh, shorn, and tasting of dew
Beckoning with enticement I come to you
To taste of your treasures and to sense of your heat
Libidinous Gyrations oh so delectable and, oh so sweet
Winking slyly egging me on to exploration
Discovering new depths of rapturous excitation
Plying my tongue hungrily to this labial place
I am Incensed and oblivious to naught but thine face
Tis joy that you receive for the response that you give
Warm Moisture, sweetness, nectar of honey - for this I do live
Tis but the beginning of unforetold joy to become
Enraptured and writhing your evening has just begun
Probing you I ease my way to that bud oh so sweet
Nibbling, gently flicking with my tongue, being discreet
You signal, I have touched the place proper and right
Sensed by the groan and moans from you,my partner, in might
Urging me ever onward to seek the very center of your objects existence
Inward and upward my tongue doth prod with the least of resistance
Upon full breach of this door of pleasure abound
Inspiration overwhelms me for at last I have found
The fountain of joy forth sprung in fervent adorations
Flowing in nectar those lips speak of my ministrations
Pulsing and pouting "Now is not the time of cease and desist"
For the signals of crescendo and finale throbbingly persist
Amid mewlings ecstactic and moans of rapture
My probing seeks to taste and capture
Juices freely flowing from this cavern's joyous well
Springing forth in a languid flow that of much doth tell
Of rapturous sensual moments of ecstasy met in a chaos of joy
Rhapsodic in its completion and exhaustingly successful in its ploy
To these oral ministrations gladly I have come and have tasted
Divine is this experience - to be savoured -not a drop to be wasted.


Copyright (1999) by R.R. Bradford