There was one skinny Blonde who really caught my eye. She had a sweatshirt with my old Alma Mater on it. When I held the picture up to the light Mike...tried to pull it out of my hand. ‘Hey!’ he teased. ‘No getting lipstick on my pictures.’ ‘I was just admiring her pretty feet.’ I replied. ‘You and that foot fetish,’ scoffed Bella. ‘I saw how you liked your getting your feet rubbed during sex,’ I answered. Admit it. You loved it!’ ‘OK, what else you got Mike?’ said Nick still eating his. My husband was away for a week long business trip. Here I was, alone and feeling rather sexually frustrated, to say the least. One night after the boys were in bed, I lay in our bed with my laptop, and found several websites dedicated to erotica. Oh my, I never realized how conventional and boring my husband and I had become. It was the good old missionary position, and never varied from that, and our lovemaking had gone from twice a week to twice a month, if that. On this website, you. I think it would be better if you heard the story from Alexandro Persilla (Alex) in his words and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.I guess I was far hornier and sex crazed than my elder brother Ricardo Persilla, who was almost 2 years older than I. I remember myself being very shy at that age and never masturbated in my bed even if I knew that my brother was out of the house and I had no chance to get caught by him or my parents. The boys at school would tell stories of masturbating in bed. He adjusted himself and put thenote in his out box. Maybe later he would remember and tack it up on thecompany board when he got his next cup of tea, just as a joke. Forgetting about the note for the moment, he turned once again tothe sports, intent on finding out last nights score on the game he'd beton. He tried to get comfortable, adjusting his posture and sittingdifferently, but somehow just couldn't seat himself right. It was as ifhe'd gotten a different chair that was smaller than.