I know she loves me but that she doesnt particularly enjoy having sex with me – it doesnt have the same forbidden excitement she experiences when sh... fucks other men. She also needs the control they exhibit over her, which Ive tried giving her but have failed to provide. I now know something about her that I dont think even she knows. Anna is a total sub. She lusts after the big, rough, less attractive guys wholl use her mercilessly, wipe their cocks on her and leave. Proud and cool in public,. I knew Karen was nervous. She was worried about the CP and BDSM things that I was asking for. Worried about going too far or not being able to go far enough. I had done my best to reassure her that we could work together, build it up slowly, find the limits for us both. I had always loved a certain amount of pain, me it spanking or good thrashing with a belt, tawse or cane. I loved the shock and rush of adrenaline. The surprise and erotic heat. I had really had to open up to Karen to get her to. Fuck me...fuck me!"Donte had increased the speed of his thrusts inside of her, which continued to send ripples through her body. Fahima looked in to his eyes and saw an a****l intensity. The desire to fuck her brains out was etched all over his face. She kissed him because Donte was the man she needed, the one she always wanted. She felt like a true woman, taking her female needs from a real man. She felt liberated, free of the shackles that had restricted her before. Donte was grunting heavily. Crossing the hallway, she paused, hand on her stomach.“Oh, crap,” she moaned. “No! No, no, no!”She made it to the toilet and flipped up the lid, just barely in time. “Oh, God!” she bleated between convulsions, holding her hair out of the way. “Siri!” she cried. “Gudrun!” Frieda actually made it there first.“Rebecca, what’s wrong?” the brooch on her pajama top translated.“Oh, God,” Rebecca moaned. “Get your mother, Frieda!”Gudrun stood in the doorway. “Are you sick, Rebecca?”“Yes!” Rebecca.