I don’t know if this goes for everyone but from my experience women now are a lot more open and actually let you know what they want.
It was a thought I’d been having for some time now. Mostly pushed by me, but how could he say no to this? I’d been pleading with him for months to let me explore a bit.
“Come here”, he says, beckoning Misty over to him. She’s too irresistible in that short skirt she’s wearing. She does as he asks, biting her lip as she stops what she is doing and joins him on his bed where he was watching TV.
“Thanks for letting me stay, Mrs. Walker,” I said to my best friend’s mom after we had just finished eating Sunday dinner. It had been a delicious meal of roast chicken, rolls, and beans.
I loved to play with women. There was something thrilling in the way I could turn them on without even touching or making them beg to be fucked.
I saw her from across the office, she was eyeing up every employee in sight. As she strolled through the large room she gave everyone their smiling, happy looks.
Me and my husband Sam were madly in love with each other. I loved everything about him, starting with his amazing smile and ending with his beautiful hard cock.
When I look back at pictures of myself from a couple of years ago, that woman doesn’t look like me. That woman always wore skirts down to her ankles and never had makeup on. She went to church and prayed every day.
There is something so beautiful and eye-opening about a man with his guard down, his legs spread, and a dildo inside of his sweetest spot, bringing him pleasure that not every man experiences.
My wife is extraordinary, she is open to trying new things and she is a submissive. I love sharing her and she loves being used up like a sex toy, acting like a sex doll who is there for your pleasure only.
