I am a story writer with many stories published. I am writing this story after a break because there was nothing horny/wild in my life which was to be...written.My dearest sex story readers, you can message me if you have come across or experienced wildest unique encounters, a real one. I will be happy to write the story in your stead and publish for others to have a shag or fingering.About Me: I am a Madhan of 27 years, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a well-built body. I. I was going to ask you aboutthe TV ...uh ......never mind." His eyes never left my body. I reached down and picked up my nightgown that I had laid out earlier."Is it okay if I just wear my nightgown while we watch TV? I got alittle too much sun today at the beach." He waved his arms in dismissal. "Wear whatever you want."He said,rather gruffly, a mean looking scowl coming on his face and turnedand walked out. I was devastated. What had I done to make my grandfather angry? Maybehe. Part of that capability stemmed from my use of caterers and a bartender for the first time.Chris’ parents’ costumes were on the conservative side, coming as a farmer and his working wife, complete with pitchfork and looking like the American Gothic painting. The Calassio’s costumes were of a doctor and nurse, appropriate since that’s exactly what they were in their day jobs. For all I knew they might have come straight from the office.I’d encouraged Lisa to be a little daring despite her. I had "Isiah's" tattooed on the back of my neck. "Property of Isiah" around my ankle.Isiah blew me away with his next desire, but I agreed right away, because, again, the love thing. He wanted me to have surgery to become incontinent of bowel and bladder, so I had to wear diapers full time.After that final surgery, Isiah told me he loved me and told me we were going to get married. I was 18 by then and we flew to Hawaii and became man and wife. He wore a black leather suit and I a petite white.