I've just turned 50 and with that age bracket - there comes problems, the main ones being an enlarged prostate and erectile disfunction. I've got some Cialis and sometimes I wonder if a lot of the ED isn't psychological. My wife and I have been in an open marriage for a few years, she's bisexual and I love the fringe benefits of it. One night she went to a bar and brought back a very attractive female, who was about 45 years old (same age as my wife).
They were both tipsy, and my wife introduced me to Jessie, raven haired, medium sized tits and a nice tight body. They sat down on the couch and invited me over. Small chit chat ensued. My wife poured her some wine, and she drank some too - I refused because I knew that just in case I was going to get lucky, drinking wine would screw with my ED. I stepped away for a minute and went into the bedroom and took a Cialis, got a drink of water and chugged it. I went back into the living room where they were sitting and they were making out. Jessie noticed me, and stopped kissing my wife.
"Oh, I'm sorry I thought you were going into the other room to give us privacy..."
My heart sunk, looks like I wasn't going to be sticking my dick into Jessie tonight.
"My bad," I said, looking down - defeated.
My wife saw that I was a bit hurt and explained, "Jessie is a lesbian, she isn't into men... she doesn't mean any disrespect..."
I should really give them their privacy, I thought...
"Ok, cool - I'm going out."
So I got in my car and drove around, no destination - but then I thought about it, I just took a Cialis. Pretty soon my cock would be begging for some wet hole to fuck. I guess I could get sloppy seconds once my wife is done with Jessie... but that could be a while, so I decided to go to an adult bookstore a few miles from my house. Weird shit popped into my mind, "Maybe there's a hot chick I could fuck in a glory hole, I've never done that... or maybe I can get an escort or hooker..."
All kinds of shit was going through my mind. This bookstore is a 24 hour store, so I went in and it was busy as fuck. All I wanted to do was ask the guy behind the counter where to find a lady of the evening, but too many people were around him. I noticed two women looking at toys and giggling, the looked like they were in their mid 20s, so I tried to blend in and started looking at masturbators. The small version of the Fleshlight was 79$?! I was taken aback and shaking my head. I was trying to maintain the "no eye contact" creed while I browsed all kinds of toys. I stopped in front of the 'prostate massager' section, all shapes and sizes - I never had a massager or anything anal but I heard of the wonders of prostate massages. Too bad my wife and her new friend were fucking around or I'd definitely try to experience something like that. I heard a little whisper behind me, something like "you ask him..."
I turned around and it was the giggling ladies. One was a brunette with very dark brown eyes, the other woman had purple and white streaks in her hair, but had cool blue eyes. Both were very attractive.
"Hmm? What's up ladies? I asked.
They blushed, "ummm, are you gay? No offense if you are... we're just wondering about the prostate massagers..."
I blushed, "OH, NO NO! I'm not gay, I'm straight..." so I did something that I never did with a stranger, I opened up, "I have ED, and I've done some reading and some people say these things help. I just turned 50 a few days ago, and my wife is at home banging her girlfriend and I'm just here... browsing because - well I just took a damn Cialis and ... well that's that. Sorry if it's too much information... I'm not a creep or anything."
The brunette smirked, "You don't look 50 at all, I thought you were about 35 or 40 at most."
Purple haired girl nudged her friend, "he's cute for a 50 year old..."
They both giggled and blushed. I didn't know what to say, this was odd because I've never talked to anyone in any adult bookstore given the exception of the checkout clerk. They saw I was struggling too, and the purple haired one spoke up.
"So you let your wife bang other women? That's kinda hot... I just broke up with my boyfriend, and Amanda just doesn't like dating at all so we're both kinda of single but we keep each other company if you know what I mean?"
My dick twitched.
"I'm Mike," I said, extending a hand out to the purple haired girl. She took it, and replied, "I'm Mary and this is Amanda, nice to meet you Mike."
Amanda's face was turning a bit red, "Mike, since you don't have anything else to do, you want to join us for some coffee? There is a cafe just down the street!"
I agreed, and started walking towards the door when Mary said, "Mike, aren't you forgetting something?" while pointing to the prostate massager.
I picked up the smaller one, $45... and headed for the check out. I paid for it and the clerk put it in a black bag. I turned around and Amanda and Mary were gone. Well there goes that. I left the store and walked to my car.
"Mike!" I heard a call from a distance, it was Amanda waving from across the parking lot.
"Oh I thought you both bugged out," I laughed.
She took me by the arm, "oh hell no, and miss the chance to hang out with a sexy 50 year old with ED??"
We both laughed. Mary, Amanda and me walked down the street arm in arm to a cafe. We sat down and talked for what seemed to be hours. These two women were not only attractive, but smart as hell too. I asked how old they were.
Amanda spoke first, "I'm 23, just turned 23 in January."
"I'm 26," Mary said sipping her coffee.
I laughed, "you're both half my age!"
"Older men are sexy, our generation likes older men. You guys know what you want and you're not complete idiots, or assholes," Amanda said.
Again, my dick twitched.
Mary looked me in the eyes, "we're freaks in the sheets, Mike."
I couldn't help myself, "is that an invitation?"
Amanda put her hand on my knee, "why would two girls in their 20's be hanging out at a bookstore at night unless they had an agenda? You were the first decent guy that came in there and we were in there for a while..."
My heart started racing.
"We're gonna put your little toy to the test, if you let us..."
I was in for an adventure of a lifetime.
We went back and got in my car, I drove them to Mary's apartment, and we all went inside. There really wasn't any wasting time. They stripped me down as soon as the door was shut. My cock was in Amanda's mouth as Mary's tongue probed my throat. My hands wandered from Mary's sexy tits, down to her dripping wet pussy. My cock was rock hard as Amanda shoved it all the way in her mouth to the hilt. I'll admit, I don't have a huge cock, I'm just normal - but the way she was sucking my dick put me on top of the world. They led me to the bedroom and Amanda pushed me down on the bed. Mary unwrapped the prostate massager and started playing with it using her pussy. She let it slip inside her.
I got kind of worried, I never had anything going up my ass before... so my erection started going down.
"Oh, baby - nothing to worry about - just relax..." Mary said.
Amanda climbed on top of my face and I started licking her pussy, she smelled really good, and her pussy tasted sweet. Amanda started moaning and I grabbed on to her nice soft ass to steady her.
I felt Mary playing with my cock, pumping it with her hand, then I felt her mouth around it and I was hard again. As Amanda rod my face, Mary mounted my hard dick and I felt how tight she was. I moaned as her pussy stroked me up and down.
Amanda came hard on my face, squirting a little - but I didn't mind at all. I held her against my mouth until she almost passed out.
Amanda crawled off to the side, and shivered. I could see Mary in all of her glory, bouncing on my cock, smiling. Her nails sunk into my chest as she rode me, moaning. Amanda got up and started fingering Mary's clit and licking her tits as she rode me. Soon Mary came hard, and I could feel her warm pussy juices dripping onto my balls.
"Your turn," Amanda said to me as she grabbed the prostate massager and rubbed it on her pussy.
"We gotta get it nice and wet Mr. Mike..."
Mary spit on her fingers and started rubbing my asshole and Amanda slowly pushed the pussy juice soaked massager in. I moaned in pain, that shit hurt...
"It's ok Mike, we're going to go slow..." and they did.
Mary started sucking on my cock as Amanda slowly used the toy on me. I tried my best to relax. I was trying to focus past the pain... it took a while but Amanda started hitting something that felt so good.
"That's it Mike, relax... we're going to drain those balls..." Amanda said, pushing the toy in, and pulling it slightly out. She started going faster, and then faster as Mary moved her mouth up and down on my pulsating cock.
"Give us all that cum babe, come on..."
I had these two young women fucking the shit out of me... and I felt this weird feeling starting to erupt around my entire body, like all of my nerves were electrified (but in a good way). Suddenly my cock erupted as Mary stopped sucking both of them literally started making out as cum exploded on their tongues and faces. They moaned, they licked my cock and more cum sprayed out. Mary deep throated me, then Amanda did. Then they kissed deeply. I was on the verge of passing out.
"Did you like that, Mike?"
"HOLY FUCK LADIES" I gasped.
They both laughed. They took the massager out of me and put it in a bag.
"I'm going to give you my number, I really hope you call me... I wouldn't mind having more adventures with you..."
"Did you think this was a one time deal old man??" Mary joked.
"You can spend the night with us if you want... no strings, just chill and cuddle and sleep..."
Amanda lit a joint and took a small hit, passing it to me. I took a hit, held it in and let it go as I passed the joint to Mary.
"I'd love to spend the night," I said as we all laid in the bed together.
When I woke up in the morning, both of these babes were cuddled into me. I woke them up and told them I had to go home. They both kissed me goodbye, we exchanged information and they promised me that there were a lot more adventures to come.
When I got home, my wife was passed out in bed with Jessie. Both were naked. Jessie had a tit hanging out of the covers, it was a little saggy compared to the ladies I just spent the evening with.
I started cooking some eggs, but couldn't help of thinking of Amanda and Mary.
I have to confess, I think I am falling in love with two women I just met at an adult bookstore... I've never been treated like that in my life, I felt like a king. Not only was everyone sexually satisfied, we all got along great. Maybe I'm just too deep into a fantasy with two young ladies... but honestly I want more of them. Not even concerned with fucking my wife at this point.

Okay incest, this is my story. All this happened about an hour ago. For you to understand my situation fully, I think it is best for me to explain some history about my family and I. So, i'll format everything into blocks, first talking about my family, then my brother, then my sister's and mine relationship, then the situation, then me. (NOTE: I know this could get lengthy so i'm sorry in advanced, but again, I feel this is what needs to be done.) Let's begin.

I have four brothers and four sisters, six of which are adopted from Ukraine. Within in six adopted, there are three separate families. Meaning, not all of them are biologically related to one another. I'll try to keep things straight by categorizing my siblings by their biological relation to one another. My first siblings, one of my younger sisters and one of my older brothers, were adopted when I was about eight. Since them two being adopted (they are related to one another (1)), my parents, through out the following years, took four more trips back to Ukraine (the last which in which we ALL went on); hence how my family became so large. The next sibling to be adopted, my younger sister(2), was adopted a few years later. Again, my parents went back to adopted my youngest brother (3). The finale was, when my parents learned my sister (2), also had an older brother and sister (2), we all went to Ukraine to adopt them.

Okay, lets now talk about my brother(1). We'll call him "J". I consider J to be my long lost brother. I can't explain it, but i'm sure either fate/god or whatever, determined that J and I would meet and be brothers. Ever since he was adopted, we bonded, and over the years, that bond has only strengthened. He is my best friend, and one of a very very few friends that I have. Fun fact: he happens to be only SIX days older than me. Weird huh? Anyways, we are very close. You might ask why I'm telling you about my relationship with my bro, but it will all have something to do with what is later to come. Moving on.

Next, is my older sister(2). We'll call he "C". Okay, C is a little older than me. About two years apart. As we got older and got into puberty, hormones started to kick in. Gradually, I started kind of "wanting" my sister. It started about 8th grade I would say. I would go into her room while she was showering, and wait for her to get out and walk in. I'd be rock hard to try and see if she would respond. I did that a couple of times, but finally controlled myself. Skip to the summer going into 10th i believe. Maybe the summer of my 9th grade year. Anyways, that summer, my whole family and I went to the beach, and stayed in this two story room for free, at this condo, courtesy of my dad's friend who just so happened to own it. Well, one night most the family was downstairs watching a movie or asleep. My sister C, was upstairs in her room, watching t.v. I went up there and it was like in the incest videos that i watched, at first just to help her get the t.v. set up. I ended up hanging out with her, laying on the same bed with her. I was laying down next to her, and she was sitting on the bed, with her knees pulled up towards her. I noticed her smooth legs and started to slowly pull back her Nike shorts she was wearing, to reveal more of her thigh. Well, she noticed. I said something like "oh "oh sorry, didn't mean to, just really liked your legs" sort of things. She laughed it off or whatever. A little later i asked if she like that. She said yeah but felt weird about it. I told her I totally understood and would stop. Well, a little later, she put her head down on my chest. The night ended. Nothing happened. The next day, we went into the laundry room located on the second floor. We didn't use this room, so we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We began exploring each other. We kissed, and just kind of felt each other up. She was really shy so i was being very slow and gentle. I lifted her shirt, seeing boobs for my first time. I started unzipping her pants, seeing a vagina for the first time. Fingered her a little bit whilst making out. I was hard, and asked if she wanted to see "mine." She was okay with it, and I unzipped my pants, revealing my erect penis. We felt each other up for awhile but finally we left. Things continued like that the rest of the trip at the beach. She gave me my first hand job later. She was a lot of my firsts, and i was likewise to her. When we left the beach, we continued doing things. I eventually started showering with her (she had a bathroom connected to her room), but we never advanced past feeling up one another. But as years went by and we grew up, we started wanting more. I began sneaking up into her room at night. I fucked her for the first time when I was in 10th grade. She was my first , again. We continued, I kept sneaking upstairs into her room to sleep with her and would occasionally find times to shower with her. Again, things progressed more, to oral sex. We'd take breaks from one another, but eventually i'd cave to self desires and things would start up again.

Lets fast forward to the present. It happened today. I had just gotten home from work to find my whole family gone, except C and J. J, originally, was asleep on the couch downstairs not feeling well. I said hey and he groggily replied. I went upstairs to find C, getting ready to shower. We chatted, I asked where everyone was and everything, how her day had been, just chatter. The whole time, especially when i asked about why the house was so empty, she was giving me "that look." So, again, I caved. I went downstairs, grabbed a condom, and walked back upstairs to find C starting a shower. We kissed, got naked, and hopped in. We did the usually, felt one another up, she blew me and i ate her out. Then i lied down and she sat on down on top of my dick. We fucked until i came. We showered, I got out, and dressed back in my work clothes, just by the unlikely chance J was up. Well, that little chance wasn't so little. I left the bathroom through the second door, which led outside into our back yard. I thought I was clear, and was walking to the sliding door of our back porch, to find J meeting me. My heart skipped a beat. He opened the door, snack in hand, apparently going to eat on the porch. We said quick heys, and I walked past him. I felt sick. Did he see me? He had to. The look he gave me was one of disgust. I went downstairs and hopped in the shower, trying to cover my tracks. But what's weird, is he seems to be fine. At first, or maybe it was me being paranoid, he seemed to be really kind of mad at me, so I assumed that he must of saw me. But now, as the night has progressed, things really seem normal. (SIDE NOTE: When C and I took a break, C and J kind of had the same deal as C and I did. C told me that J would text her, go into her room, and do basically what C and I did. Oh, C also told J what C and I had done in the past so he and I both know about our dirty pasts. Never have we blatantly talked about it. Does this have something to do with it all?)

About me. As you might have guessed, I've never had a girlfriend or ever had any form of intimate connection with a female besides C. I've been the "nice guy." The "best friend." I'm the KING of the friend zone. I just am myself to girls, every girl, whether I'm into her or not. But apparently, me being so polite just winds me up being a "best friend." Honestly though, it never really bothered me, getting friend zoned, until my friends and J were getting all these girls to fucking fall on their knees for them and easily just kind of "hit-it-and-quit-it" type deal. And in highschool, there is a lot of pressure to lose your virginity. So C and I genuinely took a break. I really tried hard to get a girlfriend. And not really for a sexual reason, but I just wanted to be close with some one. Like how C and I were. We would just some nights lay in her bed and just talk about life. I just wanted that. To be with some one. To be close. Well, I got really close to this girl, and I thought for sure I had done it. I built a connection with her, and I felt a little feed back. Well, just like the sequels, I got dropped flat on my face, and she straight told me the classic "i just see you as a friend" type deal. Well this hurt. And i mean hurt. But that's another story. Well again, i fell C and I fell back into a cycle with one another.

Okay, so after hearing all the preliminary stuff, we are now to the main point. What should I do? Should I talk with my brother about today? Should I just not? What do you guys think? I value the bond I have with my brother and I don't want to jeopardize that. And please, feel free to ask me questions.

P.S: It might be hard to believe, but I still have A LOT more to say but honestly, I'm exhausted. Again, i'm open to questions about me/my family/anything you can think of pertaining to this post. Sorry if was kind of ranty and my information seemed to be splotchy, but I just needed to say a lot of things and still need to say more and explain things better.

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was pre-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into pre-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

24/male seeking 20+/Female

Would like to have a future encounter with girls that are turned on by asslicking. I'll personally love to have a nasty girl lick my ass. Lay back naked with my legs up passed my head. My nice booty hanging off the edge of a (couch/chair/bed). Or have me bent over face down ass up. I also enjoy licking female ass. Kinky type that are not afraid to push their limits and remain humble. Can definitely have me any which way imaginable. Also open to any suggestions

How I lost my virginity @ 20.
My dad's gf's son's ex-gf had flashed me a wild flirty look when I was first introduced to her.(we'll call her TJ since that was her stripper nickname) Over the next few months I hung out with TJ and her bf. She and I had become friends and talked about different things and had briefly discussed my virginity and sex a little. We had flirted a bit but really didn't have too much time together to ourselves.
Tj's bf started hanging out at my dad's appartment more and TJ started chatting with me on aim. I would always tell her how horny I was and how bad I wanted some pussy, and started asking her more and more about her pussy and how wet she was, and what kindof panties she had on.
This went on for a few weeks, until there was a night when her bf was half passed out in the livingroom and I was in my room chatting with his gf with a raging hardon; she decided the tension was too much and snuck in my room thru my private door to the bathroom. She took off her jeans and hopped on my lap grinding her ass into my cock as we made out, she obliged and let me see her pussy and tits while she stroked my cock a little, but she got scared that her bf would try to find her and left.
We fooled around made out more over the next few weeks. Until the night of my birthday, I had gotten a big bottle of rum to celebrate and make rum & cokes with. I invited TJ and her bf over, we all had drinks until TJ's bf had too much and passed out on the couch. I went to my room so I could talk dirty with TJ. She told me that she had just shaved and was really horny and wanted to fuck me.
I asked her what about her bf and she said he was sickly and couldn't satisfy her. So needless to say she snuck back to my room in a few minutes. We got naked as we kissed and groped each other. I told TJ I wanted to lick her pussy after she let me finger her pussy, so she laid back and I crouched down over the edge of the bed and licked her clit and used my finger to massage her g-spot (horny geek fascinated with female anatomy lol); after awhile of this she bucked her hips and came, leaving my chin and lips covered in her juices. TJ pulled me up and onto to her sweaty, still shuddering body and kissed me deeply taking most of her juices with her. She reached down wrapped her hand around my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy finally slowly easing the head of my cock in between her lips, then pushed her ass up and grabbed my ass and slowly rocked me in deeper and deeper, finally her pussy gripped the base of my cock and she let out a soft moan and dug her nails in. TJ didn't have sex for a few months since her bf had stomach problems; making her pussy pretty tight. Luckily since I was so horny all the time I jerked off alot esp talking to TJ, so I lasted a good while until I couldn't handle anymore of her warm stickey gripping pussy. I told her I was going to cum and she told me pull out and get up on my knees, she hopped up and set her mouth to suck; her tounge throwing me over the edge as she deep throated my cock; wave after wave of cum gushed into her mouth which she happily swallowed. We layed there in a heap for awhile and I started to play with her pussy again until she came again, and the she said it was time to go.
For over a year and a half she snuck in and sucked and fucked with me, we ended up working at the same place and would fuck after work almost every night. We tried all sorts of positions, and once she had me fuck her with a dildo in her ass, then pull it out and cum in her ass; which she said was the best orgasm she had ever had.
I've got some more stories but this is how I lost my virginity. Enjoy :)

Decided to get a Brazilian. I don't have much body hair, but do have a big bush of thick black hair. My girlfriend gets waxed, and complains of my hair down there.

Looked up a place that did male waxing and made an appointment. I was very nervous and worried about the pain. When I got to the place, I realized it was a spa place catering mostly to women. All the furnishings and decorations were very feminine. Now I not only feared the pain, but was totally embarrassed. The female receptionist greeted me and said the technician would be right out. A female technical who looked Asian came out and asked me to follow her. I did not expect a good looking woman. In my research, most of the pictures of waxing I saw were by frumpy woman. This woman was a knockout. I'm no prude, but it is one thing to meet a great looking girl in a bar when you expect to make a connection, but far different in a setting where you are going to get your hair pulled out. The place had message rooms, saunas, and more. I saw no other men here.

Went into the waxing room which looked more like a doctors exam room. It was very sterile with a table and on the counters were the supplies. There was a tray next to the table. The technician asked me to remove my pants and shorts, but leave on my shirt and socks. I almost immediately felt an erection coming on. I removed my pants and as I removed my shorts, I sprung out and looked ready for action. My face felt beet red. I tried to ignore it.

She acted very clinical and asked me to lay on the table. She made no comment about the elephant in the room. She put gloves on and ran her fingers through my bush and examined it. She said my hair was too long and had to be trimmed first for the best results. She took out a small electric clippers and trimmed me to about 1/4". I felt the vibrations from the clipper as she moved my rock hard cock around to do the trimming. This virtually assured my cock was not going to deflate any time soon. My cock laid on top of my stomach so she needed to lift and move it around and side to side. It felt like she was holding it like a stick shift or a race car.

She finished that and then powdered me up. She sprinkled power on and then rubbed it in. I damn near felt like I would cum right there and had to think of other things to avoid much more embarrassment. She began the waxing, and throughout the process, my cock remain at full mast. We made small talk and she explained what she was doing. The wax went on with a stick, she applied some paper like material in the wax and ripped it off. It hurt, but my mind was really on other things. She did a complete job including my cock and balls. The only mentions she made of my erection was that it made it easier for her to remove the hair since the skin was tight.

This is really an intimate process and you really need to open yourself up. In a doctors office, every effort is made not to touch your privates in a provocative way. The typical exam of a guy's balls takes seconds by a doctor and back on with the underwear. Here, you are laying naked for 20 minutes with a girl moving your cock from side to side, applying wax and pulling it off. I am not saying she tried to be provocative. Anything but. But my mind just worked overtime and resulted in a rock hard erection.

After she finished the front, she asked me to get on my hands and knees so she could do my crack. I could not believe the embarrassment. I did as instructed, and could see my cock hanging down like a dog in heat. As she worked between my ass crack, (which I was asked to spread and hold apart, I could feel and see precum dripping out in a long string onto the table. There was quite a bit. She unfortunately saw this too, and without saying a word, she took a tissue and wiped my dick and the spot that dripped on the table. She continued with her work without saying anything. Although my back end took only a few minutes and did not hurt anywhere near as much as I imagined, I thought I would die with embarrassment.

When she finished, she told me to roll back over and she applied some cream. It literally felt like a hand job, but that was not her intent and did not rub my cock, just the skin that was waxed. She gave me some instructions as to how to care for the skin.

She said I was finished and I could get off the table. She handed me a mirror to examine myself (as she watched). I took a fast look and quickly got dressed . She cleaned up the tray and left the room with me. She escorted me back to the reception area where I paid the $80. Then, the receptionist ask if everything went well, and if I followed up with another appointment, I would get a $10 discount. I can't imaging how a female receptionist asks a guy if the hair they just ripped off my balls was OK. I guess I am just making too much of this as if if was a sexual process when it was not.

With all my embarrassment I barely remember the pain. I must say, I love the job she did and my girlfriend was totally surprised and shocked. I told her the story and she went hysterical laughing. We did have one hell of an evening.

looks like i have me a new young bitch to fuck now.
i was at the tire shop today getting new tires on my truck when a sexy little shemale there think she was getting a flat fixed not sure and dont care.
i walked out to smoke and when i did a couple minutes later she came out to smoke also. i was about to say hi when out of the blue she ask are you SO AND SO i said yep. then she just out right said i need you to help me. then she told me she is a bottom virgin. and was told that i wouldn't hurt her. damn i felt great hearing that.
i told her when my truck comes out i will give her my address and she can come by anytime. and she told me she knows where i live and she just needs me to tell her when.
so i said do you mind if people are there or do you want to be alone. she said alone at least the first time. so i told her 7 pm where that and no panties and be clean shaven if she isn't. she said she was.
and let me tell you she showed up at 7 pm on the dot.
i figured she would be shy when she came in and was a little but not near as shy as i thought.
she told me his G?F was the same size as him. thats why he dates her and she thought something was up with him but wasn't sure until he went out of town for 3 weeks and came back with B cup tits the same size as hers. she packed her bags and left that day and he is wearing what she left behind. then one of his friends tried to rape him with no lube but couldnt get it in but hurt his ass so bad its taken him another 2 months to even try to bottom again. now he said he has sucked alot of dicks and topped about 5 guys but never bottomed. then he heard i will be gentle. and really wants it so i said no trouble. took her by the hand and stood her up and slipped her shirt off and sure enough there was some nice little perky tits. i leaned down and start licking at her neck and worked my way down to her tits. as i did i reached under her skirt and started touching her penis and rubbing it not touching the balls. then as i went down some more i removed her skirt to the floor and there she was buck naked standing there with a almost 6 inch skinny hard cock pointing at me.
i cupped her balls and started walking to the downstairs bedroom we walked in and i set her on the edge of the bed and dropped my shorts. she reached out and took ahold of it. and i pulled away and said no this is your night then i laid her on her back legs hanging off the edge of the bed and i set down in front of her and started licking her cock and balls after a couple minutes i put her feet up on the bed also. that hole was begging my tongue to lick it so i did then i moved up to ther tiny little balls and started licking them again and before she knew it i had 2 fingers up her ass playing with her prostate. and she came so hard it hit her in her own face i told her to clean herslef up and she started wit her fingers cleaning up and i told her to lick them clean and she did i did that for about 5 more minutes
i got on my knees leaned over and started ducking her tiny tits. and let the head of my dick touch her hole then i i moved up a little more and gave then sexy lips a good licking and i was about 1 to 2 inches in her tight ass then i gave her a big kiss on the mouth and i was balls deep in her. and i have fucked and been fucked enough i can hit the prostate anytime i want to and i picked up a mirror and told her to look and as soon as she was i was in her she came again. i was making love to the virgin ass Not fucking it or Pounding it. i was making love to it with lots of lube and she was loving it.
i knew if she showed up i was going to need help so i took a little blue pill as she drove up the driveway and now it was working great and no plans on going down anytime soon.
then i got her on her hands and knees and started fucking her again and fuck if she didn't come again a 3rd time and never touched her dick one time because i told her not to. thats when i told her its my turn and i filled her sweet ass with a large load of cum . then i took her by the hand and lead her to the shower and i gave her a shower from head to toe. i cleaned her up nice and sweet.
i watched her get dress and about the time she slid her top on my friend Bob showed up and she was getting ready to leave and i told her she need to kiss it goodby and from now on when she comes over she needs to kiss it hello and good bye before she leaves and she looked over and bob and he leaned in and kissed it hello so she leaned over and kissed it goodbye. and before she left i told bob to show her what she can have anytime she wants it.so he pulled out his 8 3/4 in fat cock. she got a shock look on her face. i told her its up to her noone is forced to do anything they dont want to here. never.
she said she would like to come back and i told her if she sees my truck i'm here. but there might be someone else here. but if she wasnts to be alone we can go to that room again. if not we can fuck infront of everyone that is there man and women. from 18 to 84 we had a 87 year old that would come join in sometimes but sorry to say he passed away a few years back. and we dont care the color of the skin if they are skinny tiny or big and fat. male or female. just no drugs we see one track there out of here and will never be allowed back. she said great.
i cant wait until that sexy little thing comes back because i want to know her name.

I confess I have never sexted before. I was not know as a 'good looking' guy in high school so I never had female friends willing to send me nudes. I'm a virgin, I have never actually seen a naked woman. The only time I've ever came close to sexting or seeing a naked woman was when one of my depressed attention whore friends showed me her nudes. She wouldn't let me send them to my phone but I could look anytime I was hanging out with her. I never grew the balls to actually send them so when she went to a different college I lost the chance.

That is my sad confession. Not sexy I know but it is honestly the only thing I ever done that I can confess.

I confess I have never sexted before. I was not know as a 'good looking' guy in high school so I never had female friends willing to send me nudes. I'm a virgin, I have never actually seen a naked woman. The only time I've ever came close to sexting or seeing a naked woman was when one of my depressed attention whore friends showed me her nudes. She wouldn't let me send them to my phone but I could look anytime I was hanging out with her. I never grew the balls to actually send them so when she went to a different college I lost the chance.

That is my sad confession. Not sexy I know but it is honestly the only thing I have ever done that I can confess.