Quoting removed_Vetterider:

My birthday was March 20, the first day of spring. i was born in 1953, along with Playboy Magazine, and Corvette. While have have not looked upon what I deem as classic nudity and great articles of Playboy for over 20 years, I have driven nothing but Corvettes during the same time.
 
 
 
So, what the hell is a 58 year old doing cruising about in a black Vette, (nicknamed The Black Stallion), and listening to the white rapper M&M (misspelled). I enjoyed smiling to the loveliest women of March 20th and informing them it was my birthday, to which i received no less than 98 smiling Happy Birthdays. 
 
The morning after, I found myself posing before a full-length mirror, declaring myself a very sexy, but very Dirty Old Man.
 
 
 
Working out and permitting only healthy food in my body/temple had me believing I was simply sexy, but, as more and more people refer to me as, "Sir" I feel more the dirty old man when I discreetly look upon the clevage, breasts, thigh, etc in this world, caused by females over 18 who caused in me the same reaction expected of boys over 18.
 
 
 
Like any 18 year old, this dirty old man is as confused about women as he was at that tender age. Case in point. I met a lady on this site who describes herself as a true Southern Belle. The prize for a black man in an interracial friendship is such a white female. The why would be a great topic for some future blog.
 
 
 
I met her a few days prior to my birthday via phone and we have chatted a few times since. During one chat, I casually mentioned that a hotel would be a great place for us to meet, to which my Southern Bell readily agreed. I ran The Black Stallion to when she lived, my Bose system thumping rap music, (love the beat but care less for the lyrics).
 
 
 
The first hotel was fully booked and I found another and called her at work to inform her. She showed later with a large bag I assummed to be an overnight bag.
 
 
 
The Comfort Inn has two bed and I laid on one while she lounged in a nearby chair, very stylish, very relaxed, and very, very Southern Belle. I immediately iinvited her to travel with me to Savannah where such a lady would feel right at home.
 
 
 
We quickly became two friends who enjoyed a kiss with a French flavor. Derriere is another French word, and her's was a wonderful touch. It remained in the chair and her breasts beneath a seductive drawstring blouse was leaning over the bed upon which we shared another kiss.
 
 
 
Sexy Dirty Old Man. $139.42 hotel room. Seductive Southern Belle. A sexually aroused interracial couple. What could possibly be wrong with this picture. She is a true Southern Belle, one with old-fashioned morals and standards.
 
 
 
Here I must explain that when I got the reservation I left a key for her at the front desk while I left to do a meet-and-greet with a new client. When I returned she was waiting in the parking lot, explaining that a "lady" never enters a strange "Gentleman's" hotel; room in such a fashion.
 
 
 
The idea of sex at a first meeting was simply out of the question. She was not teasing or toying with me, she was simply so refreshingly real, yet what I felt was shock. Never in my life have such a situation presented itself. But, No means No, even from a Southern Belle smile. My erection was hurt, as was my feelings.
 
 
 
She did not leave, nor did I insist she do so. Her rejection of sex had a purity of thoughts that made her like a fine wine bottled with her past. Her wine is aged and should only be tasted at special occassions. I hope to pop the cork when she chooses to serve  Dom Perignon.
 
 
 
Moral of story for my male readers.
 
We are all dogs in our own forms. We all here to find a woman whom we hope will be like the  best from our past. But, most women here know nothing of your past, with its barks and bites. What my Southern Belle has shown this Dirty Old Man is the sheer pleasure of forgetting what it is I expect when meeting women online and relishing the idea of difference.
 
I proposed a toast to such free-spirited ivory, and ebony women...

My birthday was March 20, the first day of spring. i was born in 1953, along with Playboy Magazine, and Corvette. While have have not looked upon what I deem as classic nudity and great articles of Playboy for over 20 years, I have driven nothing but Corvettes during the same time.
 
 
 
So, what the hell is a 58 year old doing cruising about in a black Vette, (nicknamed The Black Stallion), and listening to the white rapper M&M (misspelled). I enjoyed smiling to the loveliest women of March 20th and informing them it was my birthday, to which i received no less than 98 smiling Happy Birthdays. 
 
The morning after, I found myself posing before a full-length mirror, declaring myself a very sexy, but very Dirty Old Man.
 
 
 
Working out and permitting only healthy food in my body/temple had me believing I was simply sexy, but, as more and more people refer to me as, "Sir" I feel more the dirty old man when I discreetly look upon the clevage, breasts, thigh, etc in this world, caused by females over 18 who caused in me the same reaction expected of boys over 18.
 
 
 
Like any 18 year old, this dirty old man is as confused about women as he was at that tender age. Case in point. I met a lady on this site who describes herself as a true Southern Belle. The prize for a black man in an interracial friendship is such a white female. The why would be a great topic for some future blog.
 
 
 
I met her a few days prior to my birthday via phone and we have chatted a few times since. During one chat, I casually mentioned that a hotel would be a great place for us to meet, to which my Southern Bell readily agreed. I ran The Black Stallion to when she lived, my Bose system thumping rap music, (love the beat but care less for the lyrics).
 
 
 
The first hotel was fully booked and I found another and called her at work to inform her. She showed later with a large bag I assummed to be an overnight bag.
 
 
 
The Comfort Inn has two bed and I laid on one while she lounged in a nearby chair, very stylish, very relaxed, and very, very Southern Belle. I immediately iinvited her to travel with me to Savannah where such a lady would feel right at home.
 
 
 
We quickly became two friends who enjoyed a kiss with a French flavor. Derriere is another French word, and her's was a wonderful touch. It remained in the chair and her breasts beneath a seductive drawstring blouse was leaning over the bed upon which we shared another kiss.
 
 
 
Sexy Dirty Old Man. $139.42 hotel room. Seductive Southern Belle. A sexually aroused interracial couple. What could possibly be wrong with this picture. She is a true Southern Belle, one with old-fashioned morals and standards.
 
 
 
Here I must explain that when I got the reservation I left a key for her at the front desk while I left to do a meet-and-greet with a new client. When I returned she was waiting in the parking lot, explaining that a "lady" never enters a strange "Gentleman's" hotel; room in such a fashion.
 
 
 
The idea of sex at a first meeting was simply out of the question. She was not teasing or toying with me, she was simply so refreshingly real, yet what I felt was shock. Never in my life have such a situation presented itself. But, No means No, even from a Southern Belle smile. My erection was hurt, as was my feelings.
 
 
 
She did not leave, nor did I insist she do so. Her rejection of sex had a purity of thoughts that made her like a fine wine bottled with her past. Her wine is aged and should only be tasted at special occassions. I hope to pop the cork when she chooses to serve  Dom Perignon.
 
 
 
Moral of story for my male readers.
 
We are all dogs in our own forms. We all here to find a woman whom we hope will be like the  best from our past. But, most women here know nothing of your past, with its barks and bites. What my Southern Belle has shown this Dirty Old Man is the sheer pleasure of forgetting what it is I expect when meeting women online and relishing the idea of difference.
 
I proposed a toast to such free-spirited ivory, and ebony women...