I'm told that some of my sexual encounters are story worthy so I'm going to post a few here, starting with the most recent.One of my former students (...ets call him Travis) posted that he was soon to be deployed with the army, on his social media. I messaged him to tell him that I was proud of him, which lead to a long conversation. He admitted that he had a crush on me when I taught him. I'm always fascinated by what people fantasize about when they masturbate. So when I felt comfortable. Uska nanga jism meri aankho ko invitations de raha tha aur keh raha tha ki aa mujh mein sama jaa aur apni pyaas ko meri zarrorat bana de maine thodi si sharaab aur li aur uske forhead se usko pyaar karna shuru kiya, uske forhead, lips, cheeks aur neck mein kisi hungry lover (jisko pyaar ki bhookh lagi ho) ki terah usko pyaar karne laga aaaaaaaaah ooof aaaaaaooooouu ye kya karrahe ho mere jaan kya aise bhi kisi ko pyaar kiya jaata hai muje to pata hi nahi tha main nahi bata sakti ki muje kitna. .. War. It's about time, you think; now you can die and still be a man. What a lie you tell your self.Then the fun starts...Walking through the jungle doing the things the Powers That Be want done doesn't bother you. Sleeping in rain, sweat and fear doesn't either; you've done that all your life. Then comes the sweet sound of Dustoff and your life changes forever. You watch detached as the bird gets shot to shit and you're firing and firing and then your bleeding and screaming. Your team gets. I don’t want you to feel guilty for keeping a completely benign secret, and it is benign… you didn’t do anything wrong.’ Anne’s voice was soft, ‘What if I did do something wrong?’ ‘What do you mean?’ Anne stood and kissed Rachel again, this time, she softly pressed her mouth against Rachel’s and began probing her it open slightly enough for her tongue. As Anne probed around her mouth, she reached out and held Rachel’s face in her hands. Rachel wound her arms around Anne’s neck and invitingly.