I'm not going to lie, I've got big thighs. That's really the only significant thinkg in my life. They chafe, chafe, and chafe some more. Walking from my room to the bathroom elicits a burning sensation akin to what I imagine dousing my legs in kerosene and sparking a match would elicit. It's painful and embarassing. Have you ever started walking somewhere and realized you forgot to put on underware? Well I get that feeling if I am wearing any less than four pairs. It's the only way I can create enough seperation to make movement bearable. You could laugh at this, but it's me, at least my thighs are so big they prevent me from running so fast that my heart explodes. The only thing I wish for is one voloptuous lady with whom I may share my pain; perhaps we could share some pleasure as well. But I don't want you to think I'm all complaints. Other than my cumbersome thighs my life's pretty good. I have two docile doberman pinchers, neither of which I can run with, or even take for a walk due to my oversized thighs. I also have a wonderful support group of friends and family that, though they tease me a bit, to help me through this impediment. I also guess I should mention that horse like thighs are not the only physiological similarity I share with my equine brethren and sisters; that is to say I'm also hung like a Clydesdale. Sure, this is sort of difficult to maneuver, what with my thighs and such, but I should say I've become rather adept at handling my piece so to speak. Anyway, if youlr really want to get to know me, maybe you could just send me a message.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A number of different people. To start, and finish, I think any big black women, prefferably from the streets, preferably with a rap sheet.
