I remember one lover telling me she preferred anal sex to everything else and she was ready for it that way anytime I wanted it.
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I remember one lover telling me she preferred anal sex to everything else and she was ready for it that way anytime I wanted it.
1 introduced me to anal one night as a place to cum because she was ovulating. I was addicted and have had to have it from every woman since.
my 1st fiancé would bite my shoulder when aroused. Then as she neared orgasm she bit harder and harder. She cracked my lower ribs with her knees riding me hard. My intro to painful sex! She raked her nails down my back when I was cumming.
My ex was into very painful sex. She loved xxxxxxxx and introduced me to it. She liked costumes and having her clothes torn and cut off her. I loathe her but honestly the sex was great. She gave me all the anal I wanted, anytime I wanted it!
Currently, I'm hoping to get my health back up after having some serious heart attacks last month, so that I can once again enjoy my incredibly handsome and virile husband. Especially since I want to reward him for taking care of me in my time of such dire need.
First BJ was after I'd cum inside her...awesome!
One lover, a workmate whom I had a couple of one-night sessions with, I particularly fondly remember because there was no penetration (she was 'saving herself' for the man she would marry) but our sessions were still amazing. In particular, I remember one orgasm where i came as she lay on the floor wanking me as I straddled her chest and leaned back. The orgasm went on for ever, and I shot this fountain of cum that came down and landed across her chest. It took me several minutes to recover, and I've recreated that position many times since with my wife (she knows it's a recreation of a previous sexual encounter, and loves to help me with it).
By the time the party split up (someone's parents appeared to be coming home a day early - we scrammed) she and I had been spending most of the evening making out and grinding in the corner. Apparently our horniness had inspired others, and there were later stories of wet squishy sounds coming from bathrooms and side halls - all other people. I do remember walking in to an unlocked bathroom to find a couple with pants open and hands very busy - she was moaning and he looked terrified even though his cock was like a telephone pole.Stuff like that.
I got her name but had no idea how to contact her. A few days later, I heard from some friends that she couldn't stop talking about me, and so they got contact information. Turns out that she was two years older than I. We phoned each other and she drove down (I didn't even have a driver's license yet)
Long story short, we both fell head over heels and that began the first real relationship either of us had ever had. It stayed hot and loving for a year, until after she left to go to college; she ended up on the West Coast and we lost track of each other.
We were both very, very careful for all the right reasons and a few of the wrong ones. We were both practicing Catholics at the time and so all that guilt shit had us both in leather collars. But we learned the art of creative masturbation, learned how to be free in touching each other, learned about respecting personal space and became adept at sexually charged cuddling.
In retrospect, it must seem really tame and weak to recount this relationship - we never actually had penetrative or oral sex. But what we did have was amazing and for me, the timing at a critical part of my adolescence was important. I learned from her how natural and how liberating a truly loving, considerate and playful relationship could be. Unknowingly, she provided me with a context within which my later relationships of all kinds with women, would develop. I was truly happy and felt excited for the future, understanding that the world included people like her.
I love my wife deeply, and even with our sexual dysfunctions we still have the most intimate relationship I've ever had with anyone. But my first girlfriend taught me not to be afraid to be vulnerable and to love. Sex was in the air all the time, of course. But love ruled the day with that woman, plain and simple. I will always be grateful for the privilege of knowing her.
Going back to middle 1970's and luckily - since we were both Catholic - we took things in stride. Over the course of 8 or 9 months - our guilt diminished. She liked oral but never let me cum in her mouth. She loved to fuck 24/7 - anytime - anywhere - which was fine with me. Regretfully - if we weren't fucking - we were arguing. She took my virginity and I was grateful.
It was the second GF - again - a strict Catholic - who leaned towards oral on me to keep me happy - we are both tall and had to avoid back seat fucking. To my amazement - the first time she sucked me - I warned her I was cumming and she worked harder - and swallowed every drop. Imagine - we couldn't fuck but she would swallow. I was a happy guy.
i have had two lovers, my first love in college and my husband.
my first love was wild, passionate, unbelievable. we lost our virginity together and i think, given the chance, we would have made love in every spot that we could imagine. he was unbelievable and i had almost no shame when i was with him. i never went as far as no panties but if he asked, i would have. i was constantly hungry for him and he for me.
but it burnt too hot and too fast and after almost flunking out of college and a pregnancy scare, i realized that for my own mental and physical health i would have break up.him.
i love my husband but sometimes i just remember that first lover.
Going back to middle 1970's and luckily - since we were both Catholic - we took things in stride. Over the course of 8 or 9 months - our guilt diminished. She liked oral but never let me cum in her mouth. She loved to fuck 24/7 - anytime - anywhere - which was fine with me. Regretfully - if we weren't fucking - we were arguing. She took my virginity and I was grateful.
It was the second GF - again - a strict Catholic - who leaned towards oral on me to keep me happy - we are both tall and had to avoid back seat fucking. To my amazement - the first time she sucked me - I warned her I was cumming and she worked harder - and swallowed every drop. Imagine - we couldn't fuck but she would swallow. I was a happy guy.
My co-workers would ask about my weekend and I said it was great. They knew I was fucking someone.
She did not want to get pregnant and I definitely agreed with that. So, I wore condoms when we fucked. One night we were going at it with me behind her and then all of a sudden it started feeling amazing. The condom has split and I felt her pussy without the condom...that was the absolute best feeling ever. Thankfully, she did not get pregnant.
She was a lot of fun. My second lover was more adventuresome...we fucked just about everywhere, including Walmart's parking lot during the day.
Jesus.
That sounds hellish. I certainly hope you've had better experiences with men since those days. We aren't all abusive assholes and it makes me angry that one person can feel entitled to do so much harm. .
Jesus.
That sounds hellish. I certainly hope you've had better experiences with men since those days. We aren't all abusive assholes and it makes me angry that one person can feel entitled to do so much harm. .
I lived as a submissive. I didnt mind anal so much, I just hated when he came. The sexual part of it was just me sat I satisfying my man. The cum, I just hated feeling it inside my ass. Im still a sub, but I will never let a guy use my ass again. If they take it during xxxxxxxx so be it, but thats the only way.
We didnt work out. Most of why is my fault, a little his. I cheated on him a few times. I destroyed the marriage. He was absolutely my dom. Sometimes it was miserable but mostly good. I got almost anything I wanted, he spoiled me. In return I was expected to spoil him, which meant sexually. I wore revealing clothes, went braless most of the time, even in tops that men could see through. I enjoyed what he did for me, I was willing to reciprocate. He didnt want stuff, he wanted me, where he wanted and when he wanted, not to mention how he wanted.
It had its ups and downs. I like guys, I like being submissive and being a kept woman. That usually brings requirements of obedience and subservience. Guys are as big a asshole as I let them be to me.
ive had a weird sexual past and its made me how I am. Maybe someday I will find a guy who will make me a kept woman again? But guys take what I let, they are assholes because I let them be. Im sorta responsible for it.
One lady I worked with, was hot, we fucked every chance we got, when she got out of the office onto the road as a rep we met once or twice a week, had 3 some's with my wife and other guys, took her anus virginity, then dp her with other guys, she would do any thing to have my cock in her,
some of my male lovers have also been great, one took 3 to 4 hours each time to fuck and fist me then blew a nice load into my hot ass, met him for 3 years each week,
so many to recall all, one gay couple took turns tag teaming my ass for hours, each pounding me until he tried then change, was so hot when they both dp me and cum, happy days