I liked being called a slut and getting fucked like one. I loved sex, period. I felt no shame or guilt, only desire to be taken like I was with Alana ...nd James. I wished Mason would pay more attention to me. I wished he would look at me like a play-thing for him to use whenever he wanted. I loved that idea, but even when I flirted with him, he either didn't get the hint or he ignored it. So I continued modeling as a side job. The pay was pretty good, but I could never do it as my actual career.. I always kept my eyes fixed on her eyes and sometimes a quick glance at her beautiful red lips which made her smile and look down.Due to the discussion regarding the annual event and to proceed in my erotic journey I asked for her number.She was surprised and turned on with my confidence and boldness.We met over coffee and dinner for a couple of weeks to discuss everything and now the sexual flame was too much for both of us.In these weeks we explored our sexual preferences and fantasies. She ground her abdomen into him slowly, sensuously, creating the same stirring that he had just lost.She was excited, too, as she continued to feel his growing, and she slipped her hand between their clasped bodies and quickly located it. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside his eager mouth as she slowly stroked him back to full hardness.He lifted his head, smiled, then moved his hands to her buttocks, feeling that delightfully firm and flawless mounds. He squeezed the globes. I am quite the charmer, I am told. I can’t help it that I am a head taller than everyone else, built with the toned physique of a god and endowed with a radiant white smile that sends every virgin swooning on my bed. Charm is like nature to me, second only to flying and my love-making expertise. My recent prey is a pretty one; she is young, slender, and has smooth violet hair. Her name is Sasha. I will be meeting her later. She knows how to satisfy the thirst between my legs like no other.I.