My First Time

It started out like it did every year at vacation time. Were to go and what to do. Penny and Blake had been married 7 years. They were great friends but something was missing from their sex lives. Getting married at a young age she was 18 he was only 19. Blake had told his older friends at work and asked them if they could give him some suggestions on what he could do to spice it up a little. Rod suggested Blake join a swinger’s website. They laughed when Blake said they had never watched porn especially together. They recommended a few of the better ones on the internet.

As I walked out my house, I lifted my hood and headed into the night, anyone who would have seen me from behind the curtains or in a car would think of me as being sinister and suspicious and they would be correct as I headed towards the town. It was a Friday night and I was looking for a drunk girl to have sex with, I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay or pulling. I just wanted sex.

I slowly began to remain consciousness and my head was pounding as moments of last night flooded back to me. I reached my arm out as my vision was still blurred but there was no petite body there for me to nestle against. I wasn’t surprised as I looked at my clock and saw it was midday, I knew that she would have set off for work and the note she left reinforced that, however she did leave her number on the bottom of the note which I transferred into my small address book, it was made of leather and was long and slim.

The boss slowly shut the door, I was frozen to the spot. I quickly scuttled across the room and put my clothes back on. There was a look on his face that I’d never forget, he was disgusted but also he looked hurt.
“Cynthia..” He said, his voice was croaking, “Why?” He continued.
“I-well..” She stuttered as she put her dress back on and sat down at the desk.

After several years of thinking, the time had come for my husband and i, to fulfil our wildest fantasy's, only, he wouldn't know too much about most of them, who am i to tell, march, and the frosty mornings still among us, yet spring, firstly let me tell you some bits about ourselves. My husband, a 33 y/o, handsome, builder by trade, and very good with his hands! Named Kevin, myself, 34 y/o, sassy, told im very attractive, and awsome with my tongue.

Well my job was based around exercise which was why I love my job. I love exercise, I love the burning sensation run through my muscular arms as I lift the weights and ignore the admiring advances of the women in Lycra to my left, I focused purely on pulling this heap of metal up and down until I was completely sapped of energy. After month after month of consecutive gym sessions on a daily basis, I was approached by a sharp looking woman in a business suit who proposed that I should become a personal trainer.