Selena felt a wave flood over her as she typed. She had wrote and rewrote her post. She still wasnʼt sure about what she was doing, or why really. Except that all her friends seem to have found great sexual experiences. It was all they ever seemed to talk about. the three times she had sex were some of the worst experiences of her life. The one guy that she had gone home with from the bar was drunker than she thought. He had stunk, went limp very fast and he never did get hard again. The next guy was brutal and rough she was happy just to manage to escape from him.

I have to tell this story to someone, but have no one to tell it to. This is 150% true and happened on Sunday April 21, 2013.

My husband decided he wanted to see me with another man. We ended up posting ads online to find a guy to fuck me. A guy in the Marines came across the ad, started emailing me and eventually talked me into coming over to his barracks late one night while my hubby was gone and without him knowing. This guy was so fucking hot that I just couldn't resist. He was very convincing as well.

Ismira left the hotel quickly, not wanting her parents to see her dressed the way she was. she felt excitement, knowing she was breaking the rules, but she didn't care. tonight she would have actual fun.

The first time with Helen

This story, to my shame, is absolutely true. To save embarrassment to Helen, I have changed her name and some of the smaller details that might give a clue to her real identity. I don’t know who will read this and would hate for it to get back to her and cause any difficulties.

*Names have been changed
This is a true story, and there is more to come…

Dean*, a nineteen year old guy that I’d been talking to increasingly often, arrived at my house around 7pm like he said he would, and I got a little uneasily into his old silver car as he held the door open for me. By the time I got to Dean’s I was even more nervous for no particular reason, but I was relieved the drive had gone smoothly (at least in my opinion) and that we had managed to keep the conversation going… Or at least I waffled on enough for the both of us.

Sal’s love.

Brrrrb. Brrrrrb.

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

I've tried many new toys in the past with my wife because of my size.., or lack there of. I love her very much and it frustrate's me, and her I'm sure.., so I constantly try to figure out how to make myself bigger with and without toys. I've failed for years until one day, early this year I saw something that gave me a great idea. But would it work for both of us? Would it be easy to use for me and feel fantastic to her? This is the story of our new toy.

Saturday.

Diamond was removed first thing in the morning. The feeling of emptiness surprises me and becomes more acute as the day wore on. Even though I had only had it in for five days, it had become almost part of me and something I had become completely used to.