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… comparing my lovers.

My boyfriend claims that he was a “ghetto artist” (even though he grew up in a black middle class neighborhood) and he is a motorcycle cop. We both certainly have passionate souls and sex with him is many ways another form of art, performance art. He is initially very aggressive, wanting to dominate me and bring me to climax early so that we can enjoy exploring each other. I keep telling him that I do not have to come every time and get as much pleasure giving as getting. This is perhaps, one of the greatest contrasts between making love to him and my husband. With my husband, sex is far more relaxed and comfortable and sometime more enjoyable because it is not a performance. I must say I am very lucky that I do have two wonderful lovers. Oh well… so much for sainthood!

I know that size does not matter, skill and passion mean more. But there is something about a big cock, one that fills you and has you gasping as he rides you.

Long and short of all that was George and I did it. I mean it had been months with no sex, he was a nice guy, also going through a divorce, polite and courteous and nice looking to boot. Worked professionally, a college grad, etc. What was a girl to do. It seemed so exotic. The shock was two fold. 1) He has a nine inch penis that I can’t close my fingers around. 2) When I was trying to give him decent oral attention (couldn’t manage any kind of “deep throat” or like that!) he blew a ton of goo all over my face and into my mouth. I had NEVER seen so much come out of the end of one of things at one time in all my life! We stayed together (dated long distance, actually) over three years. He never divorced after all, his wife got wind of us, threatened him with a butcher knife and worse. End of that story.