And he values me precious every time he comes home. I appreciate that but I have my needs too, you know. I want him to take me with force, brutally fu...k me to the floor, throw me on the rug, step on me, call me a whore.These were some of my fantasies, and my husband just was not ready to listen to these. He usually has his phone to his ear, busy on his conference calls, and using the other ear to listen to me. I wanted to tell him about a certain fantasy/fetish of mine first.“I want to fuck a. Then again she decided to come and meet me. That week my family had gone out of the station. I offered her to be with me for a week. She agreed. Finally, I booked a hotel room for one week.When she came to Chandigarh, I received her from Bus stop and took her to the hotel.We had some general talks and then I took her for shopping. I bought her saree, blouse and related clothes, and other things which a married gal would need. Finally, I decorated my hotel room like honeymoon room, with flowers,. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, dairies and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must read for all erotica lovers. I am sharing them on this site, Enjoy part 2 of Letter the First-----------------------Fanny Hill, in full Memoirs of Fanny Hill, erotic novel by John Cleland, first published in two volumes in 1748–49 as Memoirs of a Woman. She turned her head to look behind her and saw James walking up to her."Hello there Kelly," James called out as he walked up to her. "Hello," Kelly replied listlessly not really feeling like getting into an involved conversation with the man.But James didn't take the hint. Moving closer he smiled down at Kelly. "So did you get bored in your meeting?"Kelly gave an inward shrug. Who could tell what grownups wanted? She remembered her grandmother's regular reminders; "Be polite. Behave yourself.