…sex with without condoms
I know men do not like condoms but they like sex so that’s a fair trade in my opinion. I do love having sex with him without condoms. It is a huge risk but I only do it when the timing is right and I can’t get pregnant. My husband had a vasectomy a few years ago so I will really have a hard time explaining how I turned up pregnant.
This is one of my favorites. It really is worth getting a high resolution copy. Read the whole short story here.
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“Take it bitch,”he grunted, “Suck it hard. Then I am going to fuck that nice tight white pussy of yours.” Hesitantly my tongue touched the tip, tasting the saltiness, the smoothness and heat. Licking my lips to clear the dryness, I tasted more of him, sliding my tongue over his veined surfaces. His fingers worked under my panties, between my thighs, slipping between the moist folds. Drawing him deeply between my eager lips, I began to work my tongue over every surface, drawing pleasure from his grunts. “Damn, baby, you are good,” he said sending a tingle of pleasure down my spine, making me work hard to please him. He grasped my head and held it tight as his burning hot cum filled my mouth. Falling back on the couch, he half closed his eyes, pleasured by sight of my nakedness and humiliation.
A vacation in Jamaica gave me all sorts of ideas!
Oh, my God! The pictures from this vacation will never make it out of
the camera!
…boyfriends and their lovers.
When I go out with my boyfriend we occasionally go to a watering hole sports bar and I am usually having to fend off a couple of guys (of every color) every hour or so while he talks with his buddies and flirts with other women. The worst fight we ever had was after he told me about picking up some woman at one of these bars and having unprotected sex.
I don’t really care about his having sex with her so much as his not using protection. With AIDS and all other sorts of diseases, I just think it is irresponsible for him to do this to himself and me.
From My Confessions- Sandy Who
…wanting to look good for my boyfriend
My husband travels a lot and is gone at least 3 nights a week. He has noticed that I am taking more care of my body and has commented on how sexy I am becoming in my old age! It is true, and I have to admit, it is more for my wanting to look good for my boyfriend than my husband. I usually have sex with my hubby on weekends or when we can get rid of the kids. My boyfriend works odd shift hours and has his days off during the week so there have been times we have spent most of the day in his bed. I dont think that my husband suspects anything but he has commented that I do not seem to spend much time with my girl friends any more.
From My Confessions- Sandy Who
His hand held my elbow tightly, forcing me forwards into the seedy hotel. The clerk at the desk looked up and waved to him, giving me an evil leer, licking his lips. “Wait,… your hurting my arm.” I said trying to pull away from him, but he kept me close, guiding me into the elevator. “Baby, this is what you want, you know it,” he said, and he was right… I needed him, right now.
I had met his plane, full of troops back from the war for a short vacation. We only had a a day and a night together before he had to leave. The room was shabby but clean. He had me out my dress in a minute, exploring my body with hunger, licking and tasting every part of me. He mounted me quickly and with a force that made me cry out, gasping as he came, his hot seed pouring into me. We waited only a few minutes before we were again tearing into each other again, the cheap bed creaking and crashing with every bout of love making.
One of my most popular early works, it is still one of my favorites.
My head was swimming from the orgasms that had wrecked our bodies. My breathing finally under control, my body tingling from his touch, from the coolness as he started to withdraw. I gasped, asking him to wait, loving the feel of him… still large inside me.. I just wanted to hold on to that little bit of heaven for a while
longer.
… our first sexual encounter.
Our first sexual encounter was in his apartment one afternoon. I met him for lunch and then he drove me on his motorcycle to his apartment to show me something. The something turned out to be picture he had purchased of an interracial couple, entwined on bed of flowers, a making love. It looked very much like us and at first I wondered if he was just showing it to be provocative or to be seductive.
We had gone past the shy stage, we both were adults and both knew where this was leading. The picture was just his way of saying “now is the time.†It took me a moment but I said “I think we would do better on a regular bed… I have allergies.â€
From My Confessions- Sandy Who
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