”This time he learned that it usually took a bunch of pleasurable ins-and-outs to make his pecker feel so good. He also felt what happened to her wh...n she made the happy noise he’d heard with her boyfriend earlier.“Damn, no wonder people fuks sew much,” he exclaimed. She laughed.It wasn’t quite so funny when he kept after her pussy like a hound on a coon’s trail. When Randy figured out that fukkin cud happen other places than in bed she had to shoo him off when she was bent over the kitchen. Disturbed by Mom's death, I lay awake at night, unable to sleep. I had worn pajamas for the first [censored] years of my life, but, now, I always felt overheated. I guess it was nervousness. But I took to sleeping naked. And (I hope the men here won't think badly of me), I began to part my soft, smooth thighs and reach down between my legs to achieve hust a little relief for my yoing, overheated body, gasping as I thought of a man taking me, owning me, posessing me totally. Just writing about. Of course, all plans are subject to change... Some of it would be easy. Danny and I had had a mutual taste for kink from the beginning of our relationship. We enjoyed new porn releases together, frequently attended "Gentleman's Clubs" together, and had even made occasional forays to BDSM clubs. As a result, we had identified some well-defined common traits we liked in 'bad girls'. For the most part, they represented the complete antithesis of our conservative, white-collar working lives. I. Once inside Sloan offered her a glass of wine and she accepted. Her emotions were all scrambled. She really wanted to keep this professional, but she also knew that she wouldn’t refuse if Sloan made the offer to share his bed tonight. Part of her wanted to just grab her book and go to her room but a bigger part of her was hoping for more. However; Sloan had run this same scenario through his head the whole walk home and he was determined to avoid this situation. No matter what his feelings were.