She: Do you fantasize about me? Tell the truth.Me: Yes. I would like to have you as my wife.She: What would you do to me if I become your wife?Me: I w...ll fuck you like my queen. Make you cum on my face. Satisfy your carnal desires.She: Omg. Do you love me or my body?Me: Both baby. Neither of them comes for free.She: Will you marry me and then fuck me or want to just fuck me.Me: It’s your wish sweety. I am ready for anything.Then we started chatting dirty and sexy. We talked about how our. There he stood, leaning against the hood of his car. Hey, sorry I didnt get out earlier. The detention officer was Mr. Singh. I swear, he has it out for me. I got Saturday detention and Im dragging you down with me. I said, walking up to him. I stood beside him, leaning onto the hood of the car, too. Alright. Shall we go? He said, walking over to the passenger side of the car and opening the door. Mhm. I said, and got in. I didnt bother buckling my seat belt because it would be a short ride. Hair pulling, spanking & sometimes being restrained.I was starting to get a hardon listening to my sister. What's the matter with me? Who wouldn't like that? I can't imagine I said. Then why did he have to go & fuck the neighbor? I'm initiating sex & he's fucking the neighbor. I wanted to be his fuck toy, his slut. Chrissy practically downed her beer. Chrissy brought up how when we were younger we used to sneak out back to the shed & play I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I remember.. It’s unfortunate, because while you have a great fantasy, story, or idea, it can’t be conveyed because of the communication barrier.Does anyone really believe you have a 19” dick? Do many men actually know their wife’s measurements? Dress size? Maybe. Bra size? Possible. Weight? Never! So why do many stories start out with “she was 5’10, 38dd-26-36 and 117 pounds? Despite the fact that your story says you met at a bar earlier that day. And personally, I’m a huge fan of dirty talk. But I’ve.