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  • I'm not a masochist. And I don't enjoy pain at all. So I don't ever fantasize about being physically threatened or hurt, or tortured. It's just that, in my fantasies, I tend to imagine myself being “taken and overwhelmed” (in other words, bullied, intimidated, blackmailed, tricked or verbally threatened) into having sex with some guy or another, while I do nothing but completely cooperate with that guy, as I'm letting him “have his way with me.” This "guy" in my fantasies might be a total stranger to me, or he might be a celebrity on TV or in the movies, or he could be someone that I know in real life. It just depends on my mood at the time that I'm having the fantasy. However, I have to admit that most of the time, my rape fantasies tend to involve guys that I know in real life. And as you should have already figured out by now, the one guy that I tend to fantasize about the most just happens to be Freddy. No swingers matter whether I like it or not, Freddy was--and will always be--the first guy who ever had sex with me. And as far as I'm concerned, Freddy will always be that "special guy" who took my virginity, when he fucked me with his "verga" and fertilized my "panocha" in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon. So even though I love my husband dearly, I still kept finding myself fantasizing about Freddy quite frequently throughout my adult life--although I have to admit that I do it much less nowadays than I used to, back when I was a younger woman. The point I'm trying to make here is that my single sexual encounter with Freddy in the bathroom that Sunday afternoon ended up drastically changing the very core of my sexuality. And it permanently altered my sexual desires and preferences to this very day. By the way, there is something extremely ironic about my sexual encounter with Freddy. Dottie left. The pool was the pain in the ass but I cleaned it every week. Some men came and untied us and started clearing things away. Becky said Master I have a girlfriend that works the news room in Miami that could front all the public relations for us, that way we work in the background and not in the public eye. I chewed on my lower lip. My balls swelled with the pressure. “Rub it, rub it.” I’m getting wet right now just from picturing it!”. Tommy rubs his mom through her panties, watching her face incase this finally wakes her. He was pawing at my shirt and squeezed my boobs. “Hey Jim, does a pizza sound good for dinner? “Let’s get to class.” Jody picked up on the playfulness in my voice. Insincerity She had just been raped. I swear if my dick got any harder it could poke a fucking swingers eye out. Thee were already a number of cars parked outside when we arrived, so we parked with them, and then Sam took my inside to meet the hosts, who were the parents of her friend. I grab them from her and finish pulling them off her thick, muscular legs, they’re are a deep shade of olive. “How can I believe you Trenaria?” Father whispered as his other hand closed around her throat, “How can I believe a fucking word that comes from your lips?” Her grandmother had actually sold all of her daughters into slavery with the exception of Samantha’s. Though once Samantha had been born her mother joined her siblings. But hers seem different, so much bigger, so intense.” She inhaled deeply. The Black guy enjoyed the treat, the wife sucking hard while her daughter took care of her husband. He vigorously nodded yes. I moan onto his cock with the swat. The moment we walked between two trees we were instantly somewhere else. Laura is 21 years old.