Its been dry these days. To be honest I don’t remember when I had sex last. Well apart from that, this is not my story but of a friend. So I will be...writing her words. I do have due permission from her to write it.I know this might be lengthy but its a damn interesting experience.Hello. This is Anita. I have always been a failure in love and relationships. After my mom died I was kind of depressed. Being an introvert, I have few friends. I was cut off from the world and always keep to myself.. The cabin, though rustic, was very well-furnished. Although it was quite a distance from the main highway, it did have electricity and indoor plumbing. ‘Not bad, huh?’ Martin said. ‘We’re isolated, but we have all the comforts of home.’ Inside, the cabin was as lovely as it was outside. It was furnished with either antiques or very good reproductions, and had obviously been lovingly cared for. It looked comfortable, too. Ann began to relax a little. ‘Come on upstairs,’ Martin said, ‘I’ll show. Getsome exercise. Yeah, great."The walk was painful in more ways than one. In the dark, his mind had nochoice but to recount the sexuality, the raw, animalistic passion thathad been exhibited with the girl who stole his manhood, and the more hethought of it, unbidden, arousing thoughts, the more his foreign new sexpulsated with pleasure. Moreso, however, even that arousal couldn'tdistract from the chafing grip of Melissa's pants which, though he wasable to wear them, were far from comfortable.. A new school year, new people. Now a year 11, I was pretty lonely after not having a boyfriend for over a year. I always felt they tied me down, or something like that. Was it wrong to like sex so much? I couldn't help but push that thought to the back of my mind as i saw him, the new sixth former at my school. A boy of about six foot, longish red hair and brilliant blue eyes. His body skinny, yet in a way muscular. His eyes met with mine and i couldn't help but stare. Something of a trance.