And then I met Nick and Alondra. Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my comments:If you liked this, I can share more like it. Th... hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.Yes, please. And she did, sending me a link to a story where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a. So world, this is Vanita Hiral and this is my sex story. This is my side which no one knows other than me and I am putting it out in the world for all to know. Born in a Mumbai suburb in a middle class family, growing up was not so difficult. With a good childhood and upbringing, I had stepped into adulthood and my last year of graduation. The last 2 years of my B.Com had gone by studying, hanging around in college campus and having the time of my life.They had also formed a tight group of 5. I liked sex with my husband, with Brian, okay. There weren't often fireworks, but it was nice.Okay, yeah, sometimes there were even fireworks, but mainly I thought I was just one of those women who aren't very interested in sex. I wanted to please Brian because I loved him, and I think I was a good lover to him. I know I was.No, it wasn't like that at all. Losing him was almost as hard as losing my children. That was the hardest part of becoming me. You know, things are never like you think. ’ I kiss him again, the back of the knee this time. Then I lace my fingers together and use the heels of my hands like a nutcracker to press the heel of his foot. From the sounds of things, this is well-received. The ankle is next. Thumbs go around the knobs of bone. The joint loosens up just as sweet as you please. I only permit myself one distraction: the sight of his beautiful ass, soon to be lashed by my tongue. I shiver in anticipation. Little does he know…bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! I think. I am.