Staring back into Robert's horror-stricken eyes was a petite woman, barely 5' tall, with large, well-rounded breasts, a narrow waist and softly-curved...hips. Her large, dark-colored nipples were erect, as if in fact excited by the pain she'd endured, or by the lustful leers of the half-dozen outlaw bikers watching her every move. Between her shapely legs Robert noticed a tiny, delicately-trimmed patch of soft blonde fur, through which he could see the swollen lips of an aroused vulva. She. I was never sad. Sure Tara and I had little fights but they always ended with amazing sex. Sex was now more than anything I could have ever imagined. In my late teens I was so scared of sex and hurting my family or being a sinner that I had no clue what I was doing. Now that I am relaxed and not afraid of anything I don’t have to hold back and because of this my orgasms are stronger and intense. It also helps that I am with someone who loves and cares about me. It doesn’t matter if your. From the very first time I held my cock for anything other than to pee I was hooked on the sheer delight of orgasm, the building pressure in the brain (and in the balls) leading up to the cataclysmic release is a feeling I have never lost the desire for.One way I have discovered to increase the pleasure is to masturbate surreptitiously in public. Typically I would go to a pub or club wearing a baggy pair of jeans that have had the front pockets strategically cut allowing me to carefully wank. I know it seems crazy to most of you reading this but I'd never showered with a female before, no, I really hadn't. I knew then what I'd been missing. Her breasts were ultra-soft and smooth in my soapy hands, I just wanted to rub her forever. I twisted her nipples softly as her hand dropped to play with my stiff cock. Then, she spread her stance while I soaped up under her. Oh, that's so erotic. "Get me good down there, seems like I've got a lot of gooey, sticky stuff between my legs," she said.