While there 's probably something dirty for everyone here, this is n't a erotica story so much trying to keep rails of what I 've been up to so far. Like watching a show 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, kind 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 time I 've had sex because like about of us not every prison term was story worthy and it 's passably frequent when you 're in a relationship. It 's more about the authoritative ones where I discovered something new or interesting. I thought about putting it under the `` diary '' category but I think that would be misconstrued as `` dear journal, insert porno. ``

My first boyfriend was a guy named mark, coincidentally my flow husband 's figure. He was controlling and abusive in the gamy way, so I accepted it. He did n't like me having guy ally, did n't want me going out without him, easy to piss off, like what girls warn their girlfriend about, but I was a sexually ignorant Virgin in the `` slashie fangirl '' sock-in-your-mouth, crying-as-I-tie-you-down-with-more-duct-tape sort of way at the time. 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 verbalize missy into trying things like anal or even giving head for the boring sweet miss, 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. 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 suit a bf so he was n't terribly in love with me. This sharing 'll become a revenant theme. So bull's eye was my acquaintance 's boyfriend before mine, she met him at a company we went to and I got to lie with him through her, and after they broke up he came to me. She tried to discourage me like I said but I did n't heed or care, she had become kind of timid since they broke up and it was kind of an embarassed hypnotism at best. There was a good reason 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 case for her. Although it turned out alright for me, I did n't know at the time ( and she did n't severalise me which is form of a dick movement ), He was the same way with her. But she was n't like me. Her low time was in front of his friends crying as she was raped and humiliated, a small political party or bbq with his booster or something where everyone was drunk. think back the controlling parting, she had no friends there because he did n't want them around. If there were more voices saying `` hey what the fuck ? ! ? full point ! '' it might not have happened, but they did n't find out that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody watches but does n't admit to their ally. In that environment though they were all thinking the Lapp thing ; Everyone 's poise with it and I 'm not doing it so I 'm ok with it. He did n't allow a physical score where I could see it, otherwise the timing of that and the breakup would have been untrusting to me and I would n't have become his next daughter. From what she told me though during that outcome he was grating 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 tattle about was kind of messed up because it might have happened to me. establish the circumstances she has n't been with a guy since as far as I know. I have n't talked to her in a couplet years but for a few long time after that she was strictly girls, including my get-go. More about that later.

Kenny came second. He was one of chump 's nicer friends that I was shared with like I was talking about. After the last brakeup he was all over my earpiece being `` a good champion. '' Basically he knew I was uncommitted, what sort of things I was into and had to beat someone else to me. He was alot less comfy with just doing what he wanted to me with no apology. But that was the solitary type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new matter. Nothing boring like anal and cock sucking because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them parts of regular sex. But I wanted to be slapped and choked, tied up and belted like I was used to. He was my low gear thoughtful bf, the variety of normal nice guy who gives girls what they want. We said our `` sleep together you '' s, went out places and everything formula couples 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 prefer from a mathematical group of his friends for a gangbang. We 'd hang out with them one at a time, someone hanging out with his friend and the protagonist 's gf basically, casually loosen them up with insinuation while playing games or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirt. When I had private moments with them most would chat up more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the position and Kenny was totally oblivious. Even hombre who claim to be honorable and would never shack up with a friend 's missy will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would assure them that he was nerveless with sharing and they did n't have to hold back until we were alone to lay on the game. When we were all in the Lapplander way again the conversation could continue to a greater extent fluidly. I had 6 enlistee 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 cite 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 thick, foreskinned that did n't amount all the way around his heading, clean blue veins all the way down the position, and I could n't even get my fingertips to bear on together at the Base. And that was balmy, it hung along his thigh almost halfway to his knees at like 9+ inches when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from size pornstars have quotidian dick, but this one was perfect and inviting, practically toothsome. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I 'd been making incessant laugh about its size of it, he maintained a monopoly on my son of a bitch the majority of the metre. The imperativeness on the back of my vaginal rampart left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the guy who took turns in my pussy made me cum every time. I had a theory that a girl 's consistency can take 6 guy cable at once. The logistics are hard, not enough room to fit that many people in around a girl at once and they did in fact mostly take turns 2 or 3 at once. But with a coffee berry board the height is about right to shit it work. Curtis underneath me while on my backrest, someone standing at the foot of the burnt umber table to fuck my slit, one at the headland with his prick in my mouth, one straddling over me and the table titfucking me, and 2 on either side for me to fluff while they waited for a effective parking touch. Only 1 in that last example though when individual did n't show. Kenny and I were together for awhile after that too. But he personally never shared me with them again. Not that it caused any problem or anything, but as far as I know none of them had ever seen each others'dicks and I probably did n't name him too happy with my frequent reflexion about Curtis 's but he was a in force fun and it, but anyway of class we eventually broke up.

After that was H. I 'll scream her H and she was the one I was talking about in Mark 's story. We 'd been bff 's since we were piffling but we 've drifted apart the last few yr. It probably had something to do with being friends and then being together for awhile. I can reasonably uphold relationship with ex-wife and stay friends, but the encumbrance is on other the great unwashed to be able to do the same. It 's a rare matter outside of tramp, jealousy comes too easily to some masses. I 've never been in a monogamous relationship even now. Anyway, She was the 1st girl I 've ever been with, and there have been 3 1/2, which will be explained. As soon as my `` one '' windowpane was open she made her travel the same way I tried to convince guy to volunteer for my gangbang. We 'd always been flirty the way ally are, but after him I noticed she started acting differently. She 'd stare too long or she would want to nuzzle all the clip, no sense of personal infinite. I did n't mind, she was always like that but it was different than usual. So after the innuendo and flirtation to ease me into it like I 've done, we had that conversation where she said she wanted me, and asked me to help her get off. The way she sold me on it was that it would n't imply anything and would be prosperous, she would fag a dame and no scanty for apparel unawkward access code, laying with her legs hanging over the bed, and I could outwear a strapon over my clothes. Then just came rocking together like whenever missy 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 change by reversal out that way. I got excited as she was and I did start off wearing it over my pants, but all of her apparel and my shirt had come off by the clip we were done. And I was on top of her with my tongue in her sassing. Que blood serum ... We were living together for almost a year, a few calendar month of which were after we broke up. I do n't get it on why, we were still nerveless with each former and I could have had a relationship with a young lady, we were pulling it off, I was just more into guys 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 confutative fetich and a matter for previous adult female. He had in fact dated a 32 year old sub PE teacher at his HS before we got together and would n't you have it away it- she became my gf later. In keeping with my polygamous nature and his guy libido, he introduced me to her one dark at his apartment. We talked about how they met, PE shorts, yoga ( which we met for correct away ) and they had previously talked about how she was aegir to try sex with another girl. Naturally the reasonableness 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 voodoo but we were both freaks. Some things even I wo n't do like diaper/shit poppycock, when I want to do that it 'll be when I 'm changing an actual infant, thank you. One thing we could both gibe on was pegging. I had strapon experience and he had anal retentive experience so we went together like hot dogs and doughnuts. I was n't expecting him to jade lingerie but it was unexpectedly welcome too. The part I was n't great about was topping. Not like it made me uncomfortable, I 'm just not the take-charge type and was used to being on the receiving end. But I like to constitute my men happy so I tied his radiocarpal joint to his headboard, buttfucked, belittled, and spanked him while he was dressed like a slutty daughter. 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 up to an abortion, we were n't that serious and it was still early in every sentiency. 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 acquaintance did n't want the dramatic event at the fourth dimension. I had n't decided what to do with the pregnancy but it was decided for me when I went for a `` ma'am checkup '' and was told I could n't deliver a baby yet. I had some uterine scarring that would n't allow it to get nutrients and air it needed to grow. It was n't a big hit to me or anything because it was so early and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I did n't have at the clock 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 jape but it 's not funny at all, especially the pain and cramping.

So the PE sub. I 'll call her R, guys like shoutouts for bro-fives but girls and women probably wo n't. While I was with snick I actually started hanging out with her and we did Yoga at her family. I do n't remember the positions but that 's not why I was doing it. I looked gravid in those pants and they were fun to rub against someone wearing them, which we did. Our low experience was erotic but not sexual, doing stretching together and she showed me how to touch my toes with her lap straddling my ass for `` guidance ''. If we were n't wearing panties it could have been embarassing wearing those pants wet as we were ... I was still living with H while I was with Nick, which caused friction because of our chronicle together, then when I left him she found out I had been getting close to a adult female that was n't her and how R reacted with my pregnant intelligence, it pissed off H even more. She and R actually almost had some play when R came to sing about the whole pregnancy matter with me. After we 'd been seeing each other for awhile and my roomie got another gf the place got a little push, so I moved in with R and her son Dillan. trouble. Not right hand away, and the `` mom 's gf '' sounds like a tale from Naughty United States of America but they would n't legally be able to upload this variety of affair. She was pretty inexperienced for an senior woman, Me being her first girl and we had standardised taradiddle. Her husband was controlling, would postdate her when she went out with Friend, ect. The only good thing she got from him was his son. She married him before she could legally salute so she missed out on the young messing around prospect of figuring poppycock out and was trying to make up for it with younger cat. After separating with him she burned through a half dozen barely legals and one 16 year old Nick before me, but she was n't interest in a relationship and after having sex with them would forget 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 nipper who I actually forget about from time to time, he 's the guilty reason I 'm getting this clobber down ! She did n't take care sharing either, having me home every night while I carved out whatever redundant 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 sensation that she 'd been in the crusade through plentitude enough sentence but always ordered the Saami thing. I made her try anal, slavery, spanking, ect. again topping against my nature but she needed to try something unlike. The relationship with her son was tardily too. Being a teenager he was into gaming, girls, and being a smartass like me so we got along smashing, and when she was n't home we would string up out together. But we got too well-situated. We would dally but it was always a caper, I made sure not to give him the legal injury estimation pretty much only because of how much hassle 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 needy, but it 's not like I made the foremost or any motility and did n't sustain 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 `` unconstipated affair '' just the number one prison term I did n't say no like I was supposed to, and the back time extra occasion which got me thrown out. That start time, I sat on the couch across from him and put my branch in his lap like I 'd done a hundred times before, and he started tickling my base. Not a big mickle, so I struggled a little and he stopped for a minute before stroking my branch. He was getting bold and tracing higher and I did n't say anything, when he got to the hem of my boxers leg I put my ankle behind his neck and pulled his chief towards me, I could n't help it then. When he started kissing my thighs I lost it and let him do what he wanted. That was apparently to pick out my slit with his tongue, or maybe shine my clitoris with it. Whatever, I played with his haircloth and breathed hard while letting him do both. After that he got more confident and grievous, thing like grabbing my fag while his mom was right there looking the other way, tempting fate. The arcsecond and last prison term I was taking him out driving for his 16th birthday but he told me what he really wanted and I agreed, it was a half Sojourner Truth I told his mom. We were going out practice driving but he really wanted what he got a couple year before, yeah if you 're doing the maths you know I 'm a bad person. I was driving to a `` good spot '' somewhere we could praxis driving without the endangerment of getting pulled over or hitting anyone, with the added benefits of not getting caught giving him his present. It was just after dark and we were just out of the driveway when he had his dick out, playing with it in one deal and massaging the back of my neck with the early. R had told me she was n't planning on going anywhere and she 'd see us when we got back, but about 15 minutes later I saw her again. My fault for not making it very far and picking a bad lieu to stop, the road towards master street went right by where I parked. He was pushful and aegir so I had to pull into a dollar sign store 's grunge lot down the street with no lights nearby, I 'm surprised she could even see the car in the dark from the road, but she pulled in behind us and almost caught me trying to reach his balls with my lingua and I already had a mouthful of his dick. She did n't see anything much the car parked in the lot, but since we were parked in the dark so soon after leaving there was nothing else we could consume been doing. But she did probably see us panic like insects along with him riding luxuriously in the ass pulling his pants up when the lights hit us, I thougt she was a cop. I knew it was all my fault but I was still sulphurous, I got thrown out that night and went to last out with my mom. That was late in the calendar month a couple Novembers ago, I had a bunch of udder in her closet, Dec 25 presents that I still do n't know what happened to. That 's just a weird little contingent that I would hold coming back to that made me cry a long clock time after it was over. Now we 're actually on casual talking terms on a mutual Old World chat land site we visit and we send each other pictures and memes we find online occasionally. She says she realizes it 's hypocritical to hate me for doing what she 's done but we 'll never be close again because of the betrayal of it. I effectively cheated on her with her underage son. How Jerry Springer.

While I was with her I had been working on a ranch. I 'd worked my way up to manager over a gang of immigrants with varying levels of English language, but we had a fun relationship. I rode around in a golf handcart all day yelling mock Spanish along with the few words I knew and I would get wind things back like `` puta '' with a grin and wave, I think Puta means love ! No we were all pretty poise and loved giving each other shit. Literally, I was the director so I decided who deloused buck stalls, Javier ! Anyway after breaking up with R I quit the job out of depression, sat around at my mom 's all day playing plot and moping, a girlfriend of mine made it well-situated taking me out places like parties. She 's jr., in fact she was Dillan 's on/off girlfriend around his age and I knew her through the home. I started going to high schooltime parties with the great unwashed 5 or 6 days younger than me, not that I was the exclusively one like I thought I 'd be. One tall bald black 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 blab me into it. He expected it to get me in the temper and get him laid, but while I was already in his lap I was n't sure I was in the humour. `` H2 '' I 'll call my friend, she was putting him on about how often I actually wanted it and he should take me in the untenanted sleeping accommodation and open me some more. She did n't acknowledge it at the fourth dimension but I 'd been with black guys before ( not a stranger though, between-noteworthyness dating ), because she was n't talking about the blow, which she also totally approves of. That candy he did give me got my heart going and I liked the rushing, but he followed her tinge and said we could only induce more if we were alone like she suggested, so I indulged him. I knew where it was going and just figured `` sleep together it. '' When we were alone he rubbed some behind the head of his dick with his ovolo and I licked it off, and I discovered I did n't care it on my natural language much. Not like I have n't trained my gag instinctive reflex for the verbalize reason of deepthroating but if I had n't it would have killed that too because my throat felt numb. Side note- grim dicks are n't any big than anyone overhead railway'. Now in porno everyone 's dick 's big so of grade every black guy you see 's going to take a big prick, but the myth 's in stead because of the musings of lonely whiteness cleaning woman wondering about the `` taboo '' of BBC who have never had it. Like most agressive guys, especially party guys I 've noticed there was n't alot of kissing and playing around, it was `` sprain me around, elevator apparel, panties off, push down and drunk doggystyle. '' After about only 10 minutes somebody knocked on the room access looking for him, from the ebonic emphasis I knew it was the other smuggled guy I 'd seen there hitting on daughter and failing so I think if he struck out the altogether `` knock and base on balls in '' thing was architectural plan B. It was the in force I 'd felt in awhile, so I did n't even say anything or look back when he told him he could do in. It went on for like another 15 minutes until both had cum at either end of me and the original guy before he left helped me pull my pantie back on with an unexpected present. A ziplock baggie tucked by my behind. That gave me an approximation 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 `` sensual massage '' or `` amatuer bare photoshoot '' or something exchangeable. 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 photographic camera and was in college but it was community college and a cameraphone that I 'm sure he did n't even know how to commute the settings on. He took batch of moving picture and a couple picture of me posing naked with props like his penis and we had a fun time. I got $ 300 for it which was probably well-nigh of a payroll check since he works at at a pizza place rhyming with Riddle 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 friends and they would get something similar, but being `` broke burger flippers '' as I like to call them I got frequent-but-unstrenuous work. I became an escort ! But since I was playing it safe and coming together by referral the networking consortium was limited to guys my age who did n't give alot of money, so I gave alot of headspring since that was tatty and fast. The `` nest egg over sentence '' logic does n't work with instant satisfaction, getting off is getting off whether it 's $ 300 or $ 50 so natually everyone wanted the $ 50 pick. 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 have been charging thousands if I 'd chosen clients a little better, I 've talked to other girls that charge that much and they 're like 300lb chainsmoking grandmother, bozo will TRULY fuck anything. Mine were nice Guy though, about 6 of them in their group and I got invited to parties with them, called to attend out and play games, we were admirer with benefits and $ being exchanged. One client I met at a party was a landscaper at a wine maker and he referred me to `` Mk2. '' I say that as a jocularity because he 's my secong Mark and the one who 's my married man now. Owning a winery on top of acreage like he does I figured he was rich but I did n't bonk how practically, that was n't where his capital came from, it was just where he lays his head, I wo n't say how much he makes but It 's a pair fingerbreadth above the high-pitched plausable guess. At one gunpoint I was spending 2 twenty-four hours a workweek with him and getting double whole-package value of $ 400 a day. What we did those nighttime was the most fun too, he became my favorite in a hurry being alot like Mk1 with a meaner streak. When I slept there I actually started fatigued my Nox tied up on the floor of his cupboard in between playing handmaiden, being belted while hanging from the punching bag eyebolt in the cellar ceiling, led around on a tercet and swatted with a newspaper like a dog and Thomas More. He eventually got jealous and wanted me all to himself, giving me a Miata and a $ 5000 a month allowance to come go with him and be his alone, which I recently learned somebody else is effectively paying nowadays. I would have done it for devoid for the chance to live with him and have that variety of fun every day. We got married in July hold up year, I loved the ceremony and thought he did, it was a voyeuristic radical sex thing but since then he has n't touched me like that, only wanting the episodic wakeup blowjob and housework. I 'm more like the dirty live-in maiden present, but I 've gotten something else from him as a consolation present- a fellow who is again a Friend of his. I stay with him whenever scratch 's out of townsfolk, which is about 10-12 years a month, and when I 'm over there my girlfriend usually comes to pay heed out with us and that 's when I get my gaming fourth dimension in. He 's the one who 's taken up giving Mark that $ 5000 a month I get as an valuation reserve. 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 husband 's now my fancy man ... I have in fact entertained one of his wedding guests who was traveling to CA on business, he did n't mouth a word of English and had an suite, and I did n't know 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 treatment. I 've learned to manipulate since I moved in here, there were actually staff on another house on the place for that kind of thing before he met me but it 's abandon now. I wonder if I 'm basically getting their $ to do their jobs now since I clean this giant place and do all the preparation and wash and stuff.

Before I forget, earlier I said I 'd been with 3 1/2 cleaning lady which I said I 'd explain. I met a tgirl at a party and have been spending sentence with her lately. She 's so feminine and beautiful that she was getting hit on there as a lot or more than than any early girl, and the guys have no estimate. Neither did I until the subject came up and she whispered it to me nervously. She actually does n't palpate comfortable in the unfastened with citizenry knowing who she really is and wants to appease discreet for now. But at some point we got into talking about our experiences and things we still wanted to try and I mentioned little girl with pecker, I do n't love if she somehow managed to steer the conversation that way but we got a couple joking cheerfulness fron rummy guys when we went to hang out by ourselves in the service department to `` blab out '' more privately. It 's a developing situation, but she 's not like the usual cat or young woman I like. It 's fitting I shot since she 's basically neither gender, but definitely feminine. She 's gentle and the likes of slow sex with alot of holding each former and kissing and easy rocking. My husband being as ... progressive as he is, missy are allowed and he knows I like to hang out and mess around with H2 but I do n't experience how he 'd palpate about `` T '' if he knew she had a dick. She 's not on the blessing 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 experience about my standing in my marriage and while I love him and it was fun at the start right now I 'm more like the naughty maidservant like I said. He gives me so a good deal freedom though which is totally counter to what I was expecting ( I graduated from the cupboard to a coop in the basement gym when I stopped seeing him as an escort and became single, now none of that ) and I ca n't see myself with anyone else, so it 's not in danger just totally opposite to what I was expecting. I 'll probably update this eventually as more interesting stuff and nonsense happens so I hope it was interesting .