I do believe that many women wish they could and want to, but they stop themselves because of social stigmas that get attached to women who pursue sex...as aggressively men do. Needless to say I was thrilled when I discovered my husband. He loved to hear me tell him the stories of my sexual escapades. And that is how it all started. My husband (then my boyfriend) and I started role-playing fantasies he had always wished had happened to him, but sadly never did. Those fantasies began rather. Shruthi used to always carry a spare key with her and when she came it was around 2 she thought her sister might be sleeping and entered the house with her key and we both heard shruthi screaming what the hell are u both doing then we both were caught we dressed urgently and did not have the face to show her and dressed myself and left from there.Then again in the evening i somehow made up my mind and went to talk to sruthi about afternoon thing and told her that her sister was a widow and even. .. but he wouldn't. Because Kim Copeland was placing one knee on the bed now, her eyes wide with hunger and her lips wet with the moisture of her licking pink tongue-tip... A psychiatrist might have diagnosed Roger Carmel as a man who had an irrational and sub-conscious fear of the basic male characteristic to mate indiscriminately. Perhaps this had stemmed from his Victorian mother who had smothered him from birth with the conviction sex was inherently bad and all men were beasts, and who had. But what are you about there? You were writing." I?" Your fingers are stained with ink." Ah, true, I was writing. I do sometimes, soldier though I am."Monte Cristo advanced into the room; Maximilian was obliged to let him pass, but he followed him. "You were writing?" said Monte Cristo with a searching look."I have already had the honor of telling you I was," said Morrel.The count looked around him. "Your pistols are beside your desk," said Monte Cristo, pointing with his finger to the pistols.