30 and in heat!So, I just recently turned thirty and found myself single again - the dating and relationship game is starting to get old. I would love to find a guy as horny as me that doesn't lie every time his mouth opens! I don't want a boyfriend it's to complicated, I don't need to hear lies about how you love me *blah*
I have found that my sexual pleasure is getting harder to satisfy ... I guess the last guy that I was with opened my eyes to some new tricks and now I'm hooked! Good and bad ~ considering that it's no longer just boring sex, but bad because I'm to *shy* to tell guys that is what I like or want on the first meeting! I love, wait... let me say it again - I completely get dripping wet, love to have my throat fucked. I love feeling a man's hand in my hair and his cock down my throat - all I want to do is look up and smile and beg for more. I have only tried anal once - but mmm mmm mmmmmm! I crave to try it again - I love feeling a man's hands around my throat when his cock is deep inside me, it sends me into orgasms like I never knew I could have. Ugh! I want to stick my hand in my panties now just thinking about it!
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November 18, 2011, 6:48 pm
My wifes girl friend was a fox! A MILF in training. She loved a good time, with her husband but he worked a lot! She figured he was fucking his secretary, during the evening.
It was the girls night out. I was home doing paper work, half watching TV. TV as usual was boring as hell!
Reaching 11pm, I was getting ready to call it a night, when the 2 of them, walked into the back deck door, looking and were happily d***k. My wife was wearing her 'come fuck me' clothes', & the MILF in training, had a low cut top, with blue jean mini that really hugged her ass. Giggling as they tried to gracefu
February 3, 2011, 8:48 pm
Exhausted...
I fall asl**p...wake up after only a few hours...sometimes, can't sl**p at all...
When I do, I awake to wet...fluid leaking constantly now, from my cunt and my ass. My skin hot, a slight fever maybe, my breasts so engorged and rigid, almost hard they are on the sides, so full that if I try and clasp my hands, they push hard against my arms screaming for more room...
My back almost constantly, instinctively arching now, my legs wide apart when I sl**p, when I wake...my body, my mind reacting, not reas
December 10, 2010, 11:48 pm
It wasn't that long ago, in junior school, when I used to go down to the docks and take my clothes off, and run naked amongst the concrete pipes, stacked four high.
The thrill of being totally nude against a backdrop of concrete, only served to titillate my sexual awakening, the stark contrast of warm soft flesh, and cold hard concrete, gave me a budding sense of sexual eroticism, an awakening that saw me touch myself, lay down in the centre and masturbate, a mixture of indecent exposure, fear of being caught, and a massive rush of desire, of wanting to be caught, yes that was it, I might not
November 9, 2011, 1:48 pm
This is the second of my two sexual experiences with people in wheelchairs. It's the gay one...
A couple of years ago there was a guy I chatted to a few times in a bar. He was about 30 and in a wheelchair due to MS. Being a gay bar we'd talk about the other guys as they came and went. Although I was tempted I never hit on him.
One day I brought a couple of ripped porn disks for him as our previous conversation had been about our collections. He had the same idea and he gave me three disks. One was entitled "Net Gay Clips", one was titled "Bisexual Encounters of the Extreme Kind, Volume
January 23, 2012, 10:48 pm
When I was nineteen I had a crush on a girl named Ruth. We were both introverted, but Ruth had a tendency to flirt unrepentantly with other guys and since we'd never formalized our own relationship, I was out of luck when it came to complaining about it. Ruth seemed to take a perverse pleasure in torturing me in this way.
Though we had gone on dates, and I had professed love for her, she couldn't commit. Our relationship had grown into an intense, often scary, friendship based on mutual interests and how we each could fulfill the others carnal desires and yet not let the other know the t
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