She had a collection of dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys of different colors and sizes. She hid them in a special cupboard that was always locked...up in her room. Whenever she felt a moistness between her legs, she reached out for them.But what triggered her was a message from her college best friend, Ansiba. They were close buddies who lost touch except for the WhatsApp messages once in a while.Ansiba’s message was just another belated birthday greetings. But that’s not what got her. Then in one ruthless thrust, he buried himself ball deep in my arse and began pounding me as if he needed to ruin my holes before lunchtime. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head backwards carelessly as his balls slapped against my wetness and he watched himself emerge and disappear time and time again. “Fucking dirty little kitty” he groaned as he gave my arse his all. “I’d so love to spunk in your tight little arse but I bet you’re getting thirsty again aren’t you!” he stated as. But when I picked up the phone, I couldn’t go through with it. Something inside of me was stopping me from going through with it. My feelings for Tom wouldn’t let me go through with it. As I placed the phone down, it rang instantly. Answering I heard a male voice pleading with me. Hanging up, I turned and took my phone off the hook, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone. I wanted time to myself. Time to do my own thing, live life the way I should. At 20, I was way too young to be tied down. He. When ithad been announced that Springsteen would be playing at the ManchesterArena, tickets had sold out in a couple of hours. I had failed to get anyin the original allocation and had been trying, fruitlessly, to get myhands on some ever since - and now a pair had fallen into my lap!When I arrived home after the game, I rushed excitedly into the livingroom and shouted at Gavin; "I've got them; two tickets for Springsteen.Do you want to come with me?" When he had calmed me down and I.