While there 's probably something dirty for everyone here, this is n't a erotica story so a great deal trying to go on data track of what I 've been up to so far. Like watching a appearance as I 'm doing now, it 's actually possible to forget how and who you went through to get here. It 's a love-life timeline of me I guess, form of a cliffnotes thing without bulletpoints. It does n't present everyone I 've ever been with because some one-nighters are forgettable, and not every fourth dimension I 've had sex because like most of us not every time was story worthy and it 's fairly frequent when you 're in a human relationship. It 's more about the significant ones where I discovered something new or matter to. I thought about putting it under the `` diary '' category but I think that would be misconstrued as `` dear diary, inclose porno. ``

My offset swain was a guy named sign, coincidentally my current husband 's name. He was controlling and opprobrious in the spicy way, so I accepted it. He did n't like me having guy friends, did n't want me going out without him, easy to wee off, like what girl warn their girlfriends about, but I was a sexually ignorant Virgo the Virgin in the `` slashie fangirl '' sock-in-your-mouth, crying-as-I-tie-you-down-with-more-duct-tape kind of way at the clip. Because I guess I was the freak he always wanted he was now justified in not asking if I wanted to try something and just went for it. Alot of guys have experience trying to talk girls into trying things like anal or even giving head for the tedious sweet girls, and it 's usually a atruggle but he did n't worry about it. We were n't attached and needy either but he was pretty territorial reserve. We never said we loved each other or anything and he even shared me with 2 of his nicer friends once, one of whom would later turn a bf so he was n't terribly in love with me. This sharing 'll become a recurring root word. So Mark was my friend 's young man before mine, she met him at a party we went to and I got to do it him through her, and after they broke up he came to me. She tried to warn me like I said but I did n't mind or care, she had become kind of timid since they broke up and it was form of an embarassed hypnotism at best. There was a sound reasonableness for it. He was never bad to me, or you could say he was but I loved it, like I said, but that was n't the pillowcase for her. Although it turned out alright for me, I did n't know at the prison term ( and she did n't recite me which is kind of a gumshoe move ), He was the same way with her. But she was n't like me. Her first time was in front of his protagonist crying as she was raped and humiliated, a small party or bbq with his friend or something where everyone was drunk. recall the controlling part, she had no friends there because he did n't want them around. If there were more voices saying `` hey what the piece of tail ? ! ? stop ! '' it might not receive happened, but they did n't hear that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody scout but does n't take to their friends. In that environment though they were all thinking the Saami matter ; Everyone 's poise with it and I 'm not doing it so I 'm ok with it. He did n't leave a physical score where I could see it, otherwise the timing of that and the breakup would consume been suspicious to me and I would n't have become his next girl. From what she told me though during that event he was rough in the way I knew him, he choked and slapped her around during which is where the humiliation came in. She only told me after he and I broke up, which while I understand it being hard to talk about was kind of messed up because it might have happened to me. Given the portion she has n't been with a guy since as far as I know. I have n't talked to her in a couple class but for a few geezerhood after that she was strictly girls, including my first. More about that later.

Kenny came second. He was one of soft touch 's nicer friends that I was shared with like I was talking about. After the survive brakeup he was all over my phone being `` a good acquaintance. '' Basically he knew I was available, what kind of things I was into and had to puzzle someone else to me. He was alot less well-heeled with just doing what he wanted to me with no apology. But that was the only type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new affair. Nothing boring like anal and blowjob because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them share of regular sex. But I wanted to be slapped and choked, tied up and belted like I was used to. He was my first attentive bf, the form of normal nice guy who gives girls what they want. We said our `` love you '' s, went out space and everything normal yoke do together. There were things I could n't get him to do. One of them was pegging, the other was n't group sex, after all that would be hypocritical since we 'd already done that together. I actually convinced him to let me choose from a mathematical group of his friends for a gangbang. We 'd fall out with them one at a time, mortal hanging out with his friend and the friend 's gf basically, casually loosen them up with innuendo while playing secret plan or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirting. When I had private mo with them nearly would romance more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the side and Kenny was totally unmindful. Even bozo who claim to be estimable and would never trail up with a champion 's girl will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would tell them that he was coolheaded with sharing and they did n't have to wait until we were alone to lay on the biz. When we were all in the like room again the conversation could continue more fluidly. I had 6 military recruit lined up pretty fast, a little more than a week I think, sadly only 5 showed up. I 'm only going to namedrop the `` important notches '' but Curtis deserves a special honorable mention and made up for the absense. After breaking up with Kenny I did n't see him again, but occasionally I still think about him because ... His tool was amazing. Almost coke-can midst, foreskinned that did n't number all the way around his head, brightness blue veins all the way down the sides, and I could n't even get my fingertips to touch together at the pedestal. And that was gentle, it hung along his second joint almost halfway to his stifle at like 9+ inches when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from size pornstars have mundane dicks, but this one was perfect and inviting, practically delicious. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I 'd been making constant jokes about its size, he maintained a monopoly on my asshole the bulk of the time. The pressure on the spine of my vaginal wall left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the cat who took turns in my pussy made me cum every time. I had a theory that a girl 's body can take 6 guy cable at once. The logistics are hard, not enough room to fit that many people in around a fille at once and they did in fact mostly take turns 2 or 3 at once. But with a coffee table the top is about the right way to make it function. William Curtis underneath me while on my back, someone standing at the foot of the coffee bean table to make out my pussy, one at the head with his shaft in my mouth, one straddling over me and the tabular array titfucking me, and 2 on either side for me to fluff while they waited for a better parking slur. Only 1 in that final stage illustration though when mortal did n't present. Kenny and I were together for awhile after that too. But he personally never shared me with them again. Not that it caused any trouble or anything, but as far as I know none of them had ever seen each others'dicks and I probably did n't make him too happy with my frequent contemplation about Curtis 's but he was a good fun and it, but anyway of course we eventually broke up.

After that was H. I 'll call her H and she was the one I was talking about in mug 's chronicle. We 'd been bff 's since we were piffling but we 've drifted apart the finally few years. It probably had something to do with being Friend and then being together for awhile. I can reasonably maintain relationships with exes and stick around friends, but the encumbrance is on former people to be able-bodied to do the same. It 's a rare thing outside of swinger, jealousy comes too easily to some masses. I 've never been in a monogamous human relationship even now. Anyway, She was the foremost young lady I 've ever been with, and there have been 3 1/2, which will be explained. As soon as my `` single '' windowpane was spread out she made her make a motion the like way I tried to convert hombre to volunteer for my gangbang. We 'd always been flirty the way friends are, but after him I noticed she started acting differently. She 'd stare too long or she would want to nestle all the clip, no sense of personal blank. I did n't mind, she was always like that but it was unlike than usual. So after the innuendo and flirting to relieve me into it like I 've done, we had that conversation where she said she wanted me, and asked me to avail her get off. The way she sold me on it was that it would n't imply anything and would be comfortable, she would wear a skirt and no panty for clothed unawkward access, laying with her pegleg hanging over the bed, and I could wear a strapon over my clothes. Then just came rocking together like whenever girls are dancing or giving a mock lap-dance. Basically entirely unoffensive if I was n't into it, not asking much. It did n't turn out that way. I got excited as she was and I did get down off wearing it over my pants, but all of her apparel and my shirt had come off by the time we were done. And I was on top of her with my tongue in her mouth. Que blood serum ... We were living together for almost a twelvemonth, a few months of which were after we broke up. I do n't know why, we were still cool with each early and I could have had a relationship with a girl, we were pulling it off, I was just more into guy rope and she was n't at all. So we broke up but lived together and I started seeing Nick.

Nick was interesting. He was a skinny blond fem looking guy who had some confutable hoodoo and a thing for senior women. He had in fact dated a 32 year old sub PE teacher at his HS before we got together and would n't you know it- she became my gf later. In keeping with my polygamous nature and his guy libido, he introduced me to her one Night at his flat. We talked about how they met, PE shorts, yoga ( which we met for right away ) and they had previously talked about how she was eager to try sex with another female child. Naturally the ground he facilitated was he was hoping to be in on it, which never happened. Aside from a shared BJ at a bbq later. ANyway this paratrooper 's his so I 'll say he was like my diametrical. We had unlike fetishes but we were both freaks. Some things even I wo n't do like diaper/shit clobber, when I want to do that it 'll be when I 'm changing an existent babe, thank you. One thing we could both agree on was pegging. I had strapon experience and he had anal experience so we went together like hot dogs and doughnuts. I was n't expecting him to tire lingerie but it was unexpectedly receive too. The part I was n't heavy about was topping. Not like it made me uncomfortable, I 'm just not the take-charge character and was used to being on the receiving end. But I like to make my men felicitous so I tied his wrists to his headboard, buttfucked, belittled, and spanked him while he was dressed like a slutty girl. We were n't together for long, maybe 6 months when I found out I was pregnant ! I planned to work out what to do together with him and I was totally open to an abortion, we were n't that grave and it was still early in every sensory faculty. But he threw a fit and essentially threatened me, I wo n't say what he said but I figured it was over. My roomie was supportive but my other burgeoning yoga friend did n't desire the drama at the time. I had n't decided what to do with the gestation but it was decided for me when I went for a `` gentlewoman medical exam '' and was told I could n't have a baby yet. I had some uterine scarring that would n't admit it to get nutrients and air it needed to uprise. It was n't a big hit to me or anything because it was so too soon and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I did n't have at the time ( I 'm now viable ). So after a snaking I went home with a sore cooch, which sounds like the darker half of a porn joke but it 's not curious at all, especially the pain and cramping.

So the PE sub. I 'll call her R, cat like shoutouts for bro-fives but girls and womanhood probably wo n't. While I was with nick I actually started hanging out with her and we did Yoga at her house. I do n't recollect the spatial relation but that 's not why I was doing it. I looked smashing in those pant and they were fun to rub against someone wearing them, which we did. Our first experience was erotic but not sexual, doing stretches together and she showed me how to touch my toes with her lap straddling my ass for `` counselling ''. If we were n't wearing panties it could cause been embarassing wearing those knickers wet as we were ... I was still living with H while I was with nick, which caused friction because of our history together, then when I left him she found out I had been getting close to a womanhood that was n't her and how R reacted with my significant intelligence, it pissed off H even more. She and R actually almost had some play when R came to spill the beans about the all gestation thing with me. After we 'd been seeing each other for awhile and my roomie got another gf the plaza got a little herd, so I moved in with R and her son Dillan. fuss. Not right away, and the `` mom 's gf '' sounds like a story from Naughty America but they would n't legally be able-bodied to upload this kind of matter. She was pretty inexperienced for an old woman, Me being her first of all girl and we had similar stories. Her husband was controlling, would keep up her when she went out with friends, ect. The only beneficial thing she got from him was his son. She married him before she could legally drink so she missed out on the Lester Willis Young messing around vista of figuring clobber out and was trying to make up for it with younger guys. After separating with him she burned through a half 12 barely legals and one 16 class old Nick before me, but she was n't matter to in a relationship and after having sex with them would impart them soon after, all besides Nick. Anyway I loved her alot and we were together a couple years before I messed that up. She was accomodating for a charwoman, she let me have got a bf on the side, a single dad of 2 kidskin who I actually forget about from time to prison term, he 's the guilty reason I 'm getting this stuff down ! She did n't mind sharing either, having me home every dark while I carved out whatever extra clock time I could with him, and I taught her the things my previous bfs taught me. Like I said she was pretty inexperienced in the sentience that she 'd been in the movement through flock enough times but always ordered the same matter. I made her try anal retentive, thraldom, spanking, ect. again topping against my nature but she needed to try something dissimilar. The relationship with her son was easy too. Being a stripling he was into gambling, missy, and being a smartass like me so we got along bang-up, and when she was n't home we would hang out together. But we got too comfortable. We would play but it was always a jest, I made sure not to return him the incorrect musical theme pretty much only because of how often trouble I could have found myself in, so I kept distancing myself when it started heating up. But he was the only testosterone in the house and I 'm indigent, but it 's not like I made the first or any motility and did n't have a bf already so my ass was covered, like how you feel obligated to say `` no '' when you do n't really want to. There was also no `` veritable thing '' just the first time I did n't say no like I was supposed to, and the second time especial occasion which got me thrown out. That first metre, I sat on the couch across from him and put my pegleg in his lap like I 'd done a hundred clip before, and he started tickling my groundwork. Not a big deal, so I struggled a little and he stopped for a instant before stroking my ramification. He was getting boldface and tracing high-pitched and I did n't say anything, when he got to the hem of my shorts leg I put my ankle joint behind his neck and pulled his head towards me, I could n't aid it then. When he started kissing my second joint I lost it and let him do what he wanted. That was apparently to houseclean out my pussy with his clapper, or maybe shine my clitoris with it. Whatever, I played with his hair and breathed hard while letting him do both. After that he got more confident and life-threatening, things like grabbing my goat while his mom was right there looking the other way, tempting fate. The second and hold out fourth dimension I was taking him out driving for his 16th natal day but he told me what he really wanted and I agreed, it was a half truth I told his mom. We were going out pattern driving but he really wanted what he got a match old age before, yeah if you 're doing the math you know I 'm a bad individual. I was driving to a `` dependable smudge '' somewhere we could practice driving without the risk of getting pulled over or hitting anyone, with the lend benefit of not getting caught giving him his nowadays. It was just after dark and we were just out of the driveway when he had his hawkshaw out, playing with it in one hand and massaging the back of my neck opening with the other. R had told me she was n't planning on going anywhere and she 'd see us when we got back, but about 15 second later I saw her again. My break for not making it very far and picking a bad place to end, the road towards main street went right by where I parked. He was pushy and bore so I had to rend into a dollar store 's dirt lot down the street with no lights nearby, I 'm surprise she could even see the car in the iniquity from the road, but she pulled in behind us and almost caught me trying to get through his balls with my tongue and I already had a taste of his dick. She did n't see anything much the car parked in the lot, but since we were parked in the iniquity so soon after leaving there was nix else we could have been doing. But she did probably see us panic like insects along with him riding high in the tail pulling his pant up when the lights hit us, I thougt she was a cop. I knew it was all my fault but I was still acerb, I got thrown out that dark and went to stay with my mom. That was late in the month a couple November ago, I had a cluster of bagful in her loo, Xmas presents that I still do n't know what happened to. That 's just a Weird little detail that I would keep coming back to that made me cry a recollective time after it was over. Now we 're actually on free-and-easy talking terms on a mutual chat land site we visit and we send each former characterization and memes we find online occasionally. She says she realizes it 's hypocritical to detest me for doing what she 's done but we 'll never be close again because of the perfidy of it. I effectively cheated on her with her underage son. How Boche springer spaniel.

While I was with her I had been working on a ranch. I 'd worked my way up to manager over a bunch of immigrants with varying levels of English, but we had a fun relationship. I rode around in a golf cart all day yelling mock Spanish along with the few words I knew and I would hear matter back like `` puta '' with a smile and Wave, I think Puta means dear ! No we were all pretty aplomb and loved giving each other shit. Literally, I was the manager so I decided who deloused sawhorse sales booth, Javier ! Anyway after breaking up with R I quit the job out of depression, sat around at my mom 's all day playing games and moping, a girlfriend of mine made it easier taking me out places like company. She 's immature, in fact she was Dillan 's on/off girlfriend around his age and I knew her through the household. I started going to heights schooling company with citizenry 5 or 6 years untested than me, not that I was the only one like I thought I 'd be. One tall bald blackened guy was chatting with me and pretty soon I was sitting on his lap, and we were talking about what coke does to you and he was trying to talk me into it. He expected it to get me in the mood and get him repose, but while I was already in his lap I was n't sure I was in the humor. `` H2 '' I 'll bid my acquaintance, she was putting him on about how much I actually wanted it and he should take me in the untenanted bedroom and impart me some more. She did n't know it at the meter but I 'd been with black Guy before ( not a stranger though, between-noteworthyness dating ), because she was n't talking about the coke, which she also totally approves of. That candy he did afford me got my core going and I liked the surge, but he followed her touch and said we could only birth more if we were alone like she suggested, so I indulged him. I knew where it was going and just figured `` do it it. '' When we were alone he rubbed some behind the headspring of his dick with his thumb and I licked it off, and I discovered I did n't like it on my tongue much. Not like I have n't trained my gag instinctive reflex for the express mail intellect of deepthroating but if I had n't it would have killed that too because my throat felt dull. face note- melanise dicks are n't any bigger than anyone elevated'. Now in porno everyone 's dick 's big so of course every black guy you see 's going to experience a big dick, but the myth 's in blank space because of the musing of unfrequented white women wondering about the `` prohibited '' of BBC who have never had it. Like most agressive guys, especially political party guys I 've noticed there was n't alot of kissing and playing around, it was `` become me around, lift dress, step-in off, push down and drunk doggystyle. '' After about only 10 minutes someone knocked on the threshold looking for him, from the ebonic accent I knew it was the other Negroid guy I 'd seen there hitting on female child and failing so I think if he struck out the whole `` knock and walk in '' thing was plan B. It was the best I 'd mat up in awhile, so I did n't even say anything or wait back when he told him he could hail in. It went on for like another 15 bit until both had cum at either end of me and the pilot guy before he left helped me pull out my step-in back on with an unexpected present. A ziplock baggie tucked by my can. That gave me an idea how I could get back on the horse.

I browsed Craigslist personals for one of `` those '' entries. If you 've been desperate and horny you know about them, they say `` fleshly massage '' or `` amatuer nude photoshoot '' or something similar. I only had to message one guy back, but did my safety homework first and bagged a collegiate amatuer photographer. That 's actually stretching it, he had a camera and was in college but it was community college and a cameraphone that I 'm trusted he did n't even bang how to transfer the settings on. He took plenty of pics and a yoke video recording of me posing au naturel with props like his penis and we had a fun time. I got $ 300 for it which was probably most of a paycheck since he works at at a pizza place rhyming with enigma Cheesers which I say so I do n't get sued or something. From then on I went by referral, he would suggest me to his supporter and they would get something similar, but being `` broke burger flippers '' as I like to call in them I got frequent-but-unstrenuous oeuvre. I became an escort ! But since I was playing it prophylactic and meeting by referral the networking pool was limited to guys my age who did n't have alot of money, so I gave alot of head since that was loud and fast. The `` savings over time '' logic does n't work with jiffy gratification, getting off is getting off whether it 's $ 300 or $ 50 so natually everyone wanted the $ 50 alternative. Yeah I learned later how little I was charging, I 'm not vain but I get told I 'm hot and hit on plenty, so I think I 'm fairly sexy. But apparently I could own been charging thousands if I 'd chosen client a little proficient, I 've talked to other girls that charge that much and they 're like 300lb chainsmoking grandmas, guy wire will TRULY know anything. Mine were nice guys though, about 6 of them in their group and I got invited to party with them, called to pay heed out and take on games, we were booster with benefits and $ being exchanged. One customer I met at a party was a landscaper at a winery and he referred me to `` Mk2. '' I say that as a joke because he 's my secong Deutschmark and the one who 's my husband now. Owning a winery on top of acreage like he does I figured he was rich but I did n't know how much, that was n't where his majuscule came from, it was just where he lays his drumhead, I wo n't say how much he makes but It 's a couple digits above the gamey plausable shot. At one compass point I was spending 2 days a workweek with him and getting two-fold whole-package value of $ 400 a day. What we did those Night was the most fun too, he became my deary in a rushing being alot like Mk1 with a meaner streak. When I slept there I actually started spent my dark tied up on the floor of his closet in between playing handmaid, being belted while hanging from the punching bag eyebolt in the basement ceiling, led around on a triplet and swatted with a theme like a dog and Sir Thomas More. He eventually got jealous and wanted me all to himself, giving me a Miata and a $ 5000 a calendar month allowance to come live with him and be his alone, which I recently learned soul else is effectively paying nowadays. I would throw done it for free for the probability to live with him and have that kind of fun every day. We got married in July close twelvemonth, I loved the ceremony and thought he did, it was a voyeuristic grouping sex thing but since then he has n't touched me like that, only wanting the occasional wakeup blowjob and housekeeping. I 'm more like the dirty live-in maid present, but I 've gotten something else from him as a consolation present- a young man who is again a ally of his. I stay with him whenever scratch 's out of town, which is about 10-12 days a month, and when I 'm over there my girl usually comes to hang out with us and that 's when I get my gaming meter in. He 's the one who 's taken up giving Gospel According to Mark that $ 5000 a month I get as an valuation account. As far as I know that was n't always the case, but I wonder if I 'm still in the escort biz and my hubby 's now my pimp ... I have in fact entertained one of his wedding party guests who was traveling to CA on business, he did n't talk a Word of God of English and had an suite, and I did n't jazz he was coming until I got an out-of-timezone school text from my husband telling me to expect him and I was to give him the VIP discourse. I 've learned to wangle since I moved in here, there were actually staff on another house on the property for that kind of matter before he met me but it 's vacate now. I wonder if I 'm basically getting their $ to do their jobs now since I clean this gargantuan lieu and do all the preparation and laundry and stuff.

Before I forget, sooner I said I 'd been with 3 1/2 women which I said I 'd explicate. I met a tgirl at a party and have been disbursal clip with her lately. She 's so feminine and beautiful that she was getting hit on there as much or Sir Thomas More than any former lady friend, and the guys have no approximation. Neither did I until the subject came up and she whispered it to me nervously. She actually does n't feel comfy in the open with multitude knowing who she really is and wants to detain discreet for now. But at some dot we got into talking about our experiences and things we still wanted to try and I mentioned girls with hawkshaw, I do n't know if she somehow managed to guide the conversation that way but we got a couple joking cheers fron drunk guys when we went to flow out by ourselves in the garage to `` peach '' more privately. It 's a developing situation, but she 's not like the usual Guy or girlfriend I like. It 's fitting I dead reckoning since she 's basically neither gender, but definitely feminine. She 's gentle and the likes of slow sex with alot of holding each other and kissing and gentle rocking. My husband being as ... progressive as he is, daughter are allowed and he knows I like to fall out and mess around with H2 but I do n't know how he 'd feel about `` T '' if he knew she had a dick. She 's not on the approval list, I 've told him about her but not the being trans part.

So that 's where I am right now, I do n't know about my standing in my matrimony and while I love him and it was fun at the kickoff right now I 'm more like the naughty maidservant like I said. He gives me so much freedom though which is totally antagonistic to what I was expecting ( I graduated from the closet to a cage in the basement gym when I stopped seeing him as an bodyguard and became sole, now none of that ) and I ca n't see myself with anyone else, so it 's not in danger just totally antonym to what I was expecting. I 'll probably update this eventually as more worry poppycock happens so I hope it was interesting .