‘I don’t believe it! It…it’s happening again! It really is!’ Stacey thought, his mind whirling, his cock stiffening. He watched the easy mov...ment of the woman’s magnificent ass as she walked to the door. Marlene locked the door, turned, and walked back to where Stacey sat. ‘Stand up, please,’ she said softly. Stacey did as she asked and the minute he did, the woman pulled him into her arms and kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips. Stacey needed no further encouragement. His hands. So, to begin my life as an online erotica writer, I will start by sharing with you the story of my first time in which oddly, was when I was 15. Enjoy! And please leave a nice comment if you enjoyed the story and if you think I left out some elements please let me know. *Note: The names in here are not accurate, they are made up ones to help protect the security of this woman*Thursday, July 24, 20??The Cooper Residence8:00pm at Night"Jazzmeeennne....no no no....Jazzman...almost but. Finally, all the arrangements were made and a date was set for the wedding. Mum wanted a church wedding but I firmly put my foot down, Taff and I had discussed weddings prior to making it known we were heading down that track. Neither of us were religious and thought it a bit two faced to have a church service. Mum got all weepy but we stood our ground, in the end she capitulated. Dad had never been churchy, that was made clear at his funeral. I respected Mum's religious leanings but this was. It was all so awful now, so mixed up and terrible. She wanted to fuck her lover, needed badly to be fucked by him, eaten by him. And now she had known a new experience, that of going down on a man's prick and swallowing his semen. She simply couldn't turn herself back into the sexually bored kind of drab housewife she had been steadily turning into.But neither did she want her new sex life exposed, held up to scorn and ridicule. Maybe Stella and the Baker kids would hate her, sever all.