I assumed she meant was I under control, but I may have been wrong. Without saying anything else, I felt her unfasten my trousers and drag my turgid penis out of its confinement and start slowly pumping me. Things had already escalated way beyond my wildest dreams.

I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways:

I slid into the water and turned back to face Casey. Her legs were dangling in the water. I took hold of each ankle and placed them on my shoulders.

One moment I was making love to my wife as she urged me on to arouse her further, the next, I was listening to her talking like a slut to a stranger who was slamming his cock into her.

We go back to our seats and I suggest we head home. We invited our new friend to come with us and he gladly accepted. He decided he would drive separately and follow us there so that he would have his car when he is ready to leave

“Of course, I’ll wait forever for you. You know that.”

She crawled quickly over to me and I ripped my jeans and boxers off in a fury

And it’s not like she hadn’t loved every second of it.

In the early 80s, when we were in our mid-20s, my husband was attending a 10-week course in the UK. The children and I stayed in West Germany. We exchanged letters at least once a week, but midway through his course, I received a letter from him that left me stunned. He expressed a desire to see me with another man or with him and another man. I didn’t respond for two weeks, and when I did, I questioned what he thought of me and whether he valued our marriage. In his reply, h

After prescribed Viagra failed to deliver, John had turned to self-injection—administering medication directly into his penis

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