This is my story. I am a dom, and if you wanted to give me all of the labels, I would consider myself a dominant bull. A man who fucks other people’s wives and dominates them in the bedroom. I have been a dom since my first relationship; she was a sub-brat, and we explored…
I have been sitting on these photos for quite some time now. It was a wild summer, one I will never forget.
Many of you emailed in and guessed my fantasy and for those of you that didn’t guess it, let me spill the beans. I want to be shared, used up by a cock other than my husband’s. I told him all about it after I got so much encouragement from those of you that emailed in and he is now ready to explore this new part of ourselves but we know we have a long way to go yet.
My man has a foot fetish, he loves feet. He didn’t tell me about his fetish until we had been dating for a little while, I guess he was worried about how I would react.
My boyfriend can’t even last a second in my vagina and I have no idea what to do. I love him so much and he is perfect in every other way, I just can’t take much more of not having sex for longer than 10 seconds.
We all do things we didn’t think we would ever do, these things can be minor or they can be slightly more taboo. I always thought I was one of the guys that had a stable, no cheating relationship. The sort of Hallmark movie relationships where everything is perfect and everyone lives happily ever after.
Me and my wife, Kelly, were married long enough to know all about each other, including all of our deepest fantasies and desires. We loved to spice things up and were always trying new ways to make our sex life exciting.
My wife is enjoying being fucked by her bull and he is desperate to cum. She has already cum once but I suspect she has been having mini orgasm throughout the entire evening because she keeps coating his cock in juices and screaming out his name.
Last summer my girlfriend went on an all-girls trip to Spain with some of her closest friends. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go for the longest time, she is a busy conservative career-orientated woman but I pushed her into it, telling her how great it would be and how I would be waiting right here for her when she got back.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, I had met this girl only a few hours ago and now we were in this situation.
