True To My Heritage I Love Girls And Have A Man That Wants Me

I tell people when I meet them that I am in the CIA. The Culinary Institute of America. I teach there. I live in San Antonio and I'm Hispanic. I love my city, I love my job and I love being Hispanic.

I like to work out, always have, being firm is nice, but I'm not a bodyholic. Other women at the gym take it too far. I like having a hard butt and thighs, and don't mind having guns for when you need them. I gravitate to certain types of girls, mostly hot servers. Yes, short shorts bending over a table, that's my kind of girl. I'm mostly the dyke, but I can lay back and take it.

I have a man in the background. He owns a diesel repair shop. He's the ultimate hombre, 48, mustache, and swings a big dick. I like it from behind, much more than on top of me. I can daydream when he's on my back, but not when he is looking at me. I started having sex with him when I was fourteen, and I'm his 'chula' and his side hustle. His wife knows me, we grew up in the same neighborhood, but she is twelve years older. That I have a thing for girls is the only reason she looks the other way, I'm not a real threat to her.

I have a thing about working out naked. I like seeing how my body moves with out any clothes on. If a girl wants to stand and watch that's ok with me, but she knows I'm getting a piece of her afterwards. I do really like having a girl. I guess because with him he is always on me. I get to work out my frustrations with a girl, with him, I'm there for the ride.

If you are in San Antonio, and you see this dyke with a chula in short shorts, it's probably me with a little honey. Or maybe if you see me scurrying around to serve my man in a Mexican restaurant, while his wife sits idly by watching.

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