My orgasms are a politics-free zone, and I don't care who gives them to me.I like the feeling of anticipation, of waiting for the moment that first ho... spurt will splatter my cheek. (Yes, "hot spurt" is the single most embarrassing phrase I have ever expressed). I like looking up, begging, while he chokes out a whimper and makes that face like something hurts a little. It makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel sexy. It just turns me on. I know its immanent arrival makes my heart race, I lick. I lifted the edge of the towel she had wrapped around her up to her belly button giving me full access to her pubis. I turned on my battery powered trimmer and began mowing her pubic hair at the top of her slit. I was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed, working away and saying nothing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my niece’s love nest as it was being reduced to stubble. Then I pulled a small stool over and positioned it between Karen’s legs and sat down to trim the area. But as I entered it I was shocked to see what was on the screen. It was a porn site. And for the first time in my life I was seeibg nude girls and boys having sex. I did’nt knew wat it is. But I enjoyed watching them. But In the fear of getting caught I closed all the sites and come bak home without playing games. Till the time I did’nt knew that very soon I will be playing the game of lust just like those girls.One of my cousins who were elder to me used to live in my house. His family lived. I wanted him to bleed. But his eyes began to mist. He was honestly regretting the past. I felt the anger dissipate.“I forgive you.” I took another sip.He turned his head as his eyes filled with tears. “You can’t imagine what those words mean to me.”But I think I could. He was still my go-to fantasy when I jerked off. All the years of wanting him, wanting him to want me, pretending what life would be like if he wanted me and loved me, and all the hate I’d built up because I couldn’t have him and.