While there 's probably something dirty for everyone here, this is n't a porno floor so a great deal trying to keep on track of what I 've been up to so far. Like watching a appearance as I 'm doing now, it 's actually potential 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 make up everyone I 've ever been with because some one-nighters are forgettable, and not every prison term I 've had sex because like most of us not every clip was narration worthy and it 's pretty frequent when you 're in a human relationship. It 's more about the authoritative ace 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, enclose porn. ``

My foremost swain was a guy named Mark, coincidentally my stream married man 's name. 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 piddle off, like what girls warn their girlfriends 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 kind of way at the prison term. 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 lady friend into trying affair like anal retentive or even giving head for the boring sweet girls, and it 's usually a atruggle but he did n't care about it. We were n't attached and needy either but he was pretty territorial. We never said we loved each former or anything and he even shared me with 2 of his nicer friends once, one of whom would later become a bf so he was n't terribly in honey with me. This sharing 'll become a recurring idea. So sign was my supporter 's fellow before mine, she met him at a company we went to and I got to roll in the hay 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 listen or manage, she had become kind of cautious since they broke up and it was kind of an embarassed suggestion at serious. There was a good cause 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 get it on at the clip ( and she did n't separate me which is sort of a dick move ), He was the same way with her. But she was n't like me. Her showtime time was in front of his friends crying as she was raped and humiliated, a small party or bbq with his friends or something where everyone was drunk. retrieve the controlling function, she had no acquaintance there because he did n't want them around. If there were Sir Thomas More vox saying `` hey what the fuck ? ! ? diaphragm ! '' it might not have happened, but they did n't hear that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody watches but does n't admit to their friends. In that environment though they were all thinking the same thing ; Everyone 's cool with it and I 'm not doing it so I 'm ok with it. He did n't leave a physical mark where I could see it, otherwise the timing of that and the breakup would have been suspicious to me and I would n't consume become his next daughter. 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 mortification 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 hold happened to me. Given 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 duad years but for a few years after that she was strictly girls, including my first. More about that later.

Kenny came 2nd. He was one of Mark '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 near friend. '' Basically he knew I was usable, what kind of things I was into and had to perplex mortal else to me. He was alot less easy with just doing what he wanted to me with no apology. But that was the merely type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new matter. Nothing boring like anal and blowjobs because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them parts of even 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 prissy guy who gives female child what they want. We said our `` bang you '' s, went out places and everything normal couples do together. There were matter 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 chemical group of his acquaintance for a gangbang. We 'd hang out with them one at a time, someone hanging out with his friend and the friend 's gf basically, casually loosen them up with innuendo while playing games or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirting. When I had secret bit with them nearly would flirt more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the face and Kenny was totally oblivious. Even bozo who claim to be honorable and would never domiciliate up with a friend 's young woman will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would tell them that he was sang-froid with sharing and they did n't ingest to wait until we were alone to lay on the plot. When we were all in the Same room again the conversation could continue Thomas 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 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 gumshoe was amazing. Almost coke-can thick, foreskinned that did n't come all the way around his head, light blue veins all the way down the face, and I could n't even get my fingertips to bear on together at the base of operations. And that was soft, it hung along his thighs almost halfway to his articulatio genus at like 9+ in when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from sizing pornstars have mundane peter, but this one was perfect and inviting, practically pleasant-tasting. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I 'd been making constant caper about its size, he maintained a monopoly on my asshole the majority of the time. The insistency on the back of my vaginal wall left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the guy cable who took turns in my pussycat made me cum every time. I had a theory that a girl 's body can call for 6 guy cable at once. The logistics are hard, not enough room to fit that many people in around a miss at once and they did in fact mostly take turns 2 or 3 at once. But with a burnt umber table the height is about right field to make it exercise. Curtis underneath me while on my back, someone standing at the foot of the coffee table to fuck my pussy, one at the head with his tool in my mouth, one straddling over me and the table titfucking me, and 2 on either face for me to bollix up while they waited for a better parking smirch. Only 1 in that last instance 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'gumshoe and I probably did n't throw him too happy with my shop thoughtfulness about Curtis 's but he was a good athletics and it, but anyway of course we eventually broke up.

After that was H. I 'll visit her H and she was the one I was talking about in Mark 's account. We 'd been bff 's since we were little but we 've drifted apart the stopping point few years. It probably had something to do with being booster and then being together for awhile. I can reasonably maintain kinship with X and stay protagonist, but the onus is on other mass to be able to do the same. It 's a rare thing outside of swingers, jealousy comes too easily to some multitude. I 've never been in a monogamous family relationship even now. Anyway, She was the first young woman I 've ever been with, and there have been 3 1/2, which will be explained. As soon as my `` individual '' window was open she made her actuate the Saame way I tried to convince guy to offer 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 cuddle all the fourth dimension, no sense of personal space. I did n't mind, she was always like that but it was dissimilar than usual. So after the innuendo and flirt to ease me into it like I 've done, we had that conversation where she said she wanted me, and asked me to help oneself her get off. The way she sold me on it was that it would n't have in mind anything and would be comfortable, she would tire a dame and no panties for clothed unawkward accession, laying with her legs hanging over the bed, and I could wear a strapon over my clothes. Then just came rocking together like whenever girl 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 set out off wearing it over my pants, but all of her clothes and my shirt had come off by the fourth dimension we were done. And I was on top of her with my lingua in her mouth. Que 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 other and I could have had a relationship with a girl, we were pulling it off, I was just more into guy wire 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 blonde fem looking guy who had some questionable fetishes and a thing for sometime women. He had in fact dated a 32 class old sub PE teacher at his HS before we got together and would n't you experience it- she became my gf later. In keeping with my polyoicous nature and his guy libido, he introduced me to her one night at his apartment. 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 lady friend. Naturally the intellect 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 polar. We had dissimilar fetishes but we were both freaks. Some things even I wo n't do like diaper/shit stuff, when I want to do that it 'll be when I 'm changing an existent babe, thank you. One thing we could both harmonise on was pegging. I had strapon experience and he had anal retentive experience so we went together like hot blackguard and doughnuts. I was n't expecting him to get into intimate apparel 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 obtain end. But I like to make my men happy so I tied his carpus to his headboard, buttfucked, belittled, and spanked him while he was dressed like a slutty young woman. We were n't together for long, maybe 6 month when I found out I was pregnant ! I planned to operate out what to do together with him and I was totally undecided to an abortion, we were n't that dangerous and it was still early on in every sense. But he threw a fit and essentially threatened me, I wo n't say what he said but I figured it was over. My roomy was supportive but my early burgeoning yoga friend did n't want the drama at the metre. I had n't decided what to do with the pregnancy but it was decided for me when I went for a `` gentlewoman medical checkup '' and was told I could n't have a baby yet. I had some uterine scarring that would n't appropriate it to get nutrients and air it needed to make grow. It was n't a big hit to me or anything because it was so former and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I did n't sustain at the time ( I 'm now viable ). So after a snaking I went base with a sore cooch, which sounds like the darker half of a erotica joke but it 's not funny at all, especially the annoyance and cramping.

So the PE sub. I 'll squall her R, guy rope like shoutouts for bro-fives but girl 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 call up the positions but that 's not why I was doing it. I looked expectant in those pants and they were fun to rub against individual wearing them, which we did. Our starting time experience was erotic but not sexual, doing stretches together and she showed me how to equal my toes with her lap straddling my ass for `` steering ''. If we were n't wearing panty it could have been embarassing wearing those pant wet as we were ... I was still living with H while I was with gouge, which caused friction because of our story together, then when I left him she found out I had been getting close to a woman that was n't her and how R reacted with my pregnant news, it pissed off H even more. She and R actually almost had some drama when R came to talk about the whole pregnancy matter with me. After we 'd been seeing each former for awhile and my roommate got another gf the place got a picayune crowd together, so I moved in with R and her son Dillan. Trouble. Not right away, and the `` mom 's gf '' sounds like a story from Naughty U.S.A. but they would n't legally be able to upload this variety of thing. She was pretty inexperienced for an older woman, Me being her maiden girl and we had interchangeable level. Her married man was controlling, would follow her when she went out with friends, ect. The only sound thing she got from him was his son. She married him before she could legally drink so she missed out on the young messing around panorama of figuring stuff out and was trying to realize up for it with jr. guys. After separating with him she burned through a half 12 barely legals and one 16 year old Nick before me, but she was n't interested 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 year before I messed that up. She was accomodating for a woman, she let me have a bf on the incline, a individual dad of 2 kids who I actually forget about from time to clock time, he 's the guilty intellect I 'm getting this stuff down ! She did n't beware sharing either, having me home every night while I carved out whatever extra time I could with him, and I taught her the thing my previous bfs taught me. Like I said she was pretty inexperienced in the signified that she 'd been in the driveway through mess plenty time but always ordered the same thing. I made her try anal retentive, bondage, spanking, ect. again topping against my nature but she needed to try something unlike. The relationship with her son was easy too. Being a stripling he was into gaming, young woman, and being a smartass like me so we got along with child, 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 jocularity, I made sure enough not to impart him the wrong idea pretty much only because of how a lot trouble I could make found myself in, so I kept distancing myself when it started heating up. But he was the only testosterone in the theatre and I 'm necessitous, but it 's not like I made the number 1 or any motility and did n't receive 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 `` regular thing '' just the initiative time I did n't say no like I was supposed to, and the moment prison term peculiar occasion which got me thrown out. That first time, I sat on the frame across from him and put my legs in his lap like I 'd done a c times before, and he started tickling my feet. Not a big deal, so I struggled a footling and he stopped for a minute before stroking my legs. He was getting bluff and tracing high-pitched and I did n't say anything, when he got to the hem of my boxershorts leg I put my ankle behind his cervix and pulled his head word towards me, I could n't help it then. When he started kissing my second joint I lost it and let him do what he wanted. That was apparently to cleanse out my pussy with his tongue, or maybe shine my clit with it. Whatever, I played with his hair and breathed hard while letting him do both. After that he got more surefooted and dangerous, things like grabbing my ass while his mom was right there looking the other way, tempting circumstances. The instant and last time I was taking him out driving for his 16th birthday but he told me what he really wanted and I agreed, it was a one-half truth I told his mom. We were going out exercise driving but he really wanted what he got a couple years before, yeah if you 're doing the math you know I 'm a bad somebody. I was driving to a `` good spot '' somewhere we could practice driving without the jeopardy of getting pulled over or hitting anyone, with the contribute benefits of not getting caught giving him his present. It was just after iniquity and we were just out of the driveway when he had his prick out, playing with it in one hand and massaging the book binding 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 instant later I saw her again. My flaw for not making it very far and picking a bad property to kibosh, the road towards main street went right by where I parked. He was pushy and tidal bore so I had to pull into a dollar entrepot 's poop lot down the street with no lights nearby, I 'm storm she could even see the car in the darkness from the route, but she pulled in behind us and almost caught me trying to attain his balls with my spit 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 have been doing. But she did probably see us panic like worm along with him riding in high spirits in the keister pulling his pants up when the twinkle 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 delay with my mom. That was late in the month a match Novembers ago, I had a bunch of bags in her closet, Xmas presents that I still do n't know what happened to. That 's just a weird little detail that I would hold open coming back to that made me cry a long time after it was over. Now we 're actually on casual talking damage on a reciprocal schmoose site we visit and we send each other pictures 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 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 bunch of immigrants with varying levels of English, but we had a fun relationship. I rode around in a golf handcart all day yelling mock Spanish people along with the few dustup I knew and I would hear things back like `` puta '' with a grinning and wave, I think Puta means love ! No we were all pretty cool and loved giving each other diddly-shit. Literally, I was the manager so I decided who deloused gymnastic horse carrell, Javier ! Anyway after breaking up with R I quit the job out of Great Depression, sat around at my mom 's all day playing secret plan and moping, a lady friend of mine made it wanton taking me out piazza like political party. She 's younger, in fact she was Dillan 's on/off girlfriend around his age and I knew her through the family line. I started going to High School party with people 5 or 6 years younger than me, not that I was the only 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 babble me into it. He expected it to get me in the climate and get him laid, but while I was already in his lap I was n't sure enough I was in the humour. `` H2 '' I 'll send for my acquaintance, she was putting him on about how much I actually wanted it and he should take me in the unoccupied bedchamber and give me some more. She did n't know it at the prison term but I 'd been with dim guys before ( not a alien though, between-noteworthyness geological dating ), because she was n't talking about the Coke, which she also totally approves of. That candy he did give me got my heart going and I liked the surge, but he followed her hints and said we could only possess more if we were alone like she suggested, so I indulged him. I knew where it was going and just figured `` fuck it. '' When we were alone he rubbed some behind the header of his shaft with his thumb and I licked it off, and I discovered I did n't care it on my tongue much. Not like I have n't trained my gag physiological reaction for the express cause of deepthroating but if I had n't it would give birth killed that too because my throat felt asleep. English note- black dicks are n't any larger than anyone elses'. Now in erotica everyone 's tool 's big so of course every black guy you see 's going to receive a big dick, but the myth 's in place because of the musings of solitary white women wondering about the `` forbidden '' of BBC who have never had it. Like well-nigh agressive guys, especially party hombre I 've noticed there was n't alot of kissing and playing around, it was `` sour me around, nip and tuck dress, scanty off, force down and drunk doggystyle. '' After about only 10 minutes person knocked on the door looking for him, from the ebonic stress I knew it was the other Shirley Temple Black guy I 'd seen there hitting on girls and failing so I think if he struck out the unit `` knock and walk of life in '' affair was plan B. It was the best I 'd palpate in awhile, so I did n't even say anything or reckon back when he told him he could come 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 panties back on with an unexpected nowadays. A ziplock baggie tucked by my butt. 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 `` sensual massage '' or `` amatuer naked photoshoot '' or something similar. I only had to message one guy back, but did my safety prep first and bagged a collegiate amatuer lensman. That 's actually stretching it, he had a tv camera and was in college but it was community of interests college and a cameraphone that I 'm for certain he did n't even experience how to shift the mise en scene on. He took plenty of pics and a mates video recording of me posing naked with props like his phallus and we had a fun time. I got $ 300 for it which was probably near of a paycheck since he works at at a pizza pie office 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 paint a picture me to his friends and they would get something standardised, but being `` broke Warren Earl Burger flipper '' as I like to call them I got frequent-but-unstrenuous body of work. I became an escort ! But since I was playing it dependable and group meeting by referral the networking kitty was limited to rib my age who did n't have alot of money, so I gave alot of head since that was cheap and fast. The `` savings over prison term '' 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 aphrodisiacal. But apparently I could have been charging thousands if I 'd chosen clients a minuscule better, I 've talked to former girls that charge that much and they 're like 300lb chainsmoking granny, guy cable will TRULY eff anything. Mine were overnice guy wire though, about 6 of them in their group and I got invited to party with them, called to hang out and bet games, we were Friend with benefits and $ being exchanged. One client I met at a party was a landscaper at a winery and he referred me to `` Mk2. '' I say that as a put-on because he 's my secong Mark and the one who 's my husband now. Owning a wine maker on top of acreage like he does I figured he was rich but I did n't know how a good deal, that was n't where his Washington came from, it was just where he lays his head, I wo n't say how much he makes but It 's a couple fingerbreadth above the high-pitched plausable guess. At one point I was spending 2 Day a week with him and getting double whole-package note value of $ 400 a day. What we did those nights was the most fun too, he became my favorite in a hurry being alot like Mk1 with a meaner run. When I slept there I actually started spent my nights tied up on the floor of his loo in between playing servant, being belted while hanging from the punching bag eyebolt in the cellar cap, led around on a terzetto and swatted with a paper like a dog and more. He eventually got jealous and wanted me all to himself, giving me a Miata and a $ 5000 a month allowance to descend live with him and be his alone, which I recently learned someone else is effectively paying nowadays. I would have done it for free for the probability to live with him and have that kind of fun every day. We got married in July last year, I loved the ceremony and thought he did, it was a voyeuristic group sex thing but since then he has n't touched me like that, only wanting the episodic wakeup cock sucking and housekeeping. I 'm more like the lousy live-in maiden present, but I 've gotten something else from him as a consolation present- a boyfriend who is again a Quaker of his. I stay with him whenever soft touch 's out of townspeople, which is about 10-12 day a month, and when I 'm over there my lady friend usually comes to hang out with us and that 's when I get my gaming time in. He 's the one who 's taken up giving Mark that $ 5000 a month I get as an adjustment. 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 pimp ... I have in fact entertained one of his wedding guests who was traveling to CA on business, he did n't speak a word of side and had an entourage, and I did n't know he was coming until I got an out-of-timezone textbook from my husband telling me to gestate him and I was to return him the VIP handling. I 've learned to fix since I moved in here, there were actually staff on another house on the dimension for that variety of thing before he met me but it 's empty-bellied now. I wonder if I 'm basically getting their $ to do their job now since I clean this giant place and do all the cooking and laundry and stuff.

Before I forget, earlier I said I 'd been with 3 1/2 fair sex which I said I 'd explain. I met a tgirl at a party and have been spending time with her lately. She 's so feminine and beautiful that she was getting hit on there as much or more than any other girlfriend, and the guy rope have no idea. Neither did I until the content came up and she whispered it to me nervously. She actually does n't feel easy in the heart-to-heart with people knowing who she really is and wants to stay discreet for now. But at some point we got into talking about our experiences and thing we still wanted to try and I mentioned young lady with cock, I do n't know if she somehow managed to steer the conversation that way but we got a twosome joking cheer fron sot bozo when we went to string up out by ourselves in the service department to `` talk '' more privately. It 's a uprise site, but she 's not like the usual guys or girls I like. It 's fitting I guess since she 's basically neither grammatical gender, but definitely feminine. She 's gentle and likes retard sex with alot of holding each early and kissing and gentle rocking. My husband being as ... progressive as he is, girlfriend are allowed and he knows I like to hang up 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 favorable reception list, I 've told him about her but not the being trans constituent.

So that 's where I am right now, I do n't know about my standing in my marriage and while I love him and it was fun at the starting time right now I 'm more like the naughty maiden like I said. He gives me so much freedom though which is totally parry to what I was expecting ( I graduated from the W.C. to a cage in the basement gym when I stopped seeing him as an date and became exclusive, now none of that ) and I ca n't see myself with anyone else, so it 's not in danger just totally diametrical to what I was expecting. I 'll probably update this eventually as more interesting stuff happens so I hope it was interesting .