She had wavy dark hair, and dusky brown skin, and when he turned to look at her he saw she had amber-coloured eyes, that seemed to looked straight int... his soul. ‘Hello,’ she said. She had the kind of voice he’d expected – a little husky, low and melodious. ‘Hello,’ he said. He walked up to her. ‘You’re here to watch the sunset, too?’ She nodded. ‘It’s always beautiful on this side of the island,’ she said. ‘Are you Evie’s tenant?’ ‘Yes, I am. I love her house. It’s a good place to stay in.’. It seemed to work pretty well but in a way I guess Princess spoiled me for a "normal" relationship with other qualified females.Now I had the guilt of poking one of my other sisters not only in her regular channel but in her rear door as well just like some Don Juan looking for pussy. My intentions were pure, well, maybe not pure, in the sense that most people look at it, but I insist that I thought the female flesh writhing underneath me in the darkened room belong to Princess and we were just. She all but admitted she was fucking your brains out!" Let's just say that I didn't want to be caught with my pants down this afternoon when you decided to tell me about wanting a separation. Getting caught with my pants down a few minutes ago was far less upsetting. Becky isn't really a slut. At least I don't think she is," I chuckled as I patted Becky's smooth ass. "I guess I could ask her about it if it's important in deciding if we're going to reconcile or not." You Bastard!" blurted Darla.. This is partially a true story. Being a man, I have made an honest attempt to write a story from the perspective of a woman.This story is of Krithika and how she explored herself at the age of 30. Hope I do justice to every woman out there who was a virgin at some point in time and had their own fantasies. Here you go.I am Krithika and I will be sharing some of my inner fantasies and how I lost my virginity. I am a 30-year-old single female working in an IT company. I am a virgin by choice and.