But that stayed with me. What if I'd had to spend the whole week as agirl? And been kidnapped? And raped? Obviously rape is awful, don'tget me wro...g, but there was something a little thrilling about it. Overthe years this progressed and progressed, I developed a whole host offantasies for my, well, let's call it my "special alone time" where I wasan increasingly naked hot girl 'forced' to have a whole load of sex.What if the evil Corsairs had captured me and carried me off to theirship? . But he didn't have the guts to put his finger up her ass, which really would have gotten me off.By the time I managed to tear my eyes away, Julie was kissing my neck with her eyes shut tight as she groaned and writhed in pleasure. I kept ramming my fingers into her, stealing glances over to the other car as I finger-fucked Julie with all my might. My hand pistoned in and out between her legs, her cunt juices running over my wrist.She bit the flesh of my neck and sucked it, licking off the. We both tried ourselves and went into the bedroom. We started kissing passionately, biting each other’s neck and lips. She was still amazed with what happened in the shower and kept asking for more. I told her to shut the fuck up and shoved my hard cock into her mouth. As she sucked my cock I reached over a started to rub her pussy which started to get wet again. I then stopped her, lifted her legs and started to kiss her inner thighs, gently nibbling and sucking her thighs made her even more. But really, it was all to control my own longings that I did not understand. There were a few outbursts of my decidedly hedonistic nature in college, but I denied them as wild and unpremeditated flukes. But then, at the age of 25, restocking a book on The Flora of the Galapagos Islands, my body began to rebel against the limits of the slouchy sweaters and frumpy jeans that hid my shape. I ached inside. As soon as my shift ended, I hopped on my bicycle and rode back to my flat. I could barely.