Somehow,” he said without breaking eye contact. Another roarful crack of thunder. Taryn tilts her head softly, “ Is that right? Lightening strikes...again. Lamp shakes and shivers. I’m not one for lyrical miracles and all but, we might be onto something,” she replies with a whisper. He replies, “ Well I live for lyrical miracles and I think you’re it. He crosses the coffee table and kneels down next to her. Let me learn your body. Play its beautiful notes. Write its beauty all over my body. You.. Harry’s vexation was palpable; he pulled against his restraints as his signal for more. “Fuck Pen! Don’t stop, please. You feel so fucking good.” “Think you could get use to this? My tight arse filled with your magnificent cock?” His answer was immediate; he nodded his head helplessly. “You’ve seen nothing yet.” As he helplessly watched, she fed the toy slowly into her sex and he felt its girth through her thin membrane. Avidly watching his eyes widen, she impaled herself onto the toy and him. I haven't written about my hetero sex life because it was pretty vanilla; nothing bad, but neither was it going to make the letters page of Playboy. But I would like to recount my first bad sexual experience, back in the early days of my gay experimentation at my local 'cottage'.I'd had a couple of encounters with some older guys in my local public toilets in my early twenties and they were mind-blowing. I would hang around the place most weekends, and I quickly realised who were the regulars. Mmmmmm, this was getting interesting and delicious. The thrill of the taboo relationship especially when my husband as well as his wife were with us made me exhilarated. A tingling sensation ran through my vagina I could feel my labia getting wetly moist – a low moan escaped my throat which only he heard.He reached boldly into my T-shirt and cupped my breast over my lacy bra and squeezed gently, an explorative squeeze to gauge the size and firmness of my breasts. I’m a size 30, firm and fresh.