While there 's probably something dirty for everyone here, this is n't a porno floor so practically trying to keep track of what I 've been up to so far. Like watching a show as I 'm doing now, it 's actually possible to leave 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 represent everyone I 've ever been with because some one-nighters are forgettable, and not every clock time I 've had sex because like almost of us not every time was story worthy and it 's reasonably frequent when you 're in a family relationship. It 's more about the important 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 diary, insert porno. ``

My first boyfriend was a guy named Mark, coincidentally my current husband 's gens. He was controlling and abusive in the naughty way, so I accepted it. He did n't like me having guy champion, did n't want me going out without him, easy to piss 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 time. Because I guess I was the addict 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 blab girls into trying things like anal retentive or even giving fountainhead for the tedious dessert missy, and it 's usually a atruggle but he did n't concern 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 become a bf so he was n't terribly in love with me. This sharing 'll become a recur theme. So Gospel According to Mark was my friend 's boyfriend before mine, she met him at a party we went to and I got to know 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 kind of an embarassed proposition at best. There was a ripe 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 know at the sentence ( and she did n't severalise me which is kind of a pecker motion ), He was the same way with her. But she was n't like me. Her initiative time was in front of his champion crying as she was raped and humiliated, a minor party or bbq with his Friend or something where everyone was drunk. Remember the controlling persona, she had no friends there because he did n't want them around. If there were more voices saying `` hey what the piece of ass ? ! ? stop ! '' it might not feature happened, but they did n't get a line that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody lookout but does n't admit to their friends. In that surround though they were all thinking the same thing ; Everyone 's poise with it and I 'm not doing it so I 'm ok with it. He did n't leave a physical marking where I could see it, otherwise the timing of that and the breakup would take in been suspicious to me and I would n't have become his next daughter. From what she told me though during that result he was unsmooth in the way I knew him, he choked and slapped her around during which is where the abasement 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. present the destiny she has n't been with a guy since as far as I know. I have n't talked to her in a partner off old age but for a few year after that she was strictly girls, including my number one. More about that later.

Kenny came second. 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 telephone being `` a salutary ally. '' Basically he knew I was available, what kind of things I was into and had to beat individual else to me. He was alot less comfortable with just doing what he wanted to me with no excuse. But that was the only type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new thing. Nothing boring like anal and blowjobs because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them theatrical role of regular sex. But I wanted to be slapped and choked, tied up and belted like I was used to. He was my world-class heedful bf, the kind of normal nice guy who gives girls what they want. We said our `` love you '' s, went out post and everything normal couples do together. There were affair 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 group of his friends for a gangbang. We 'd hang out with them one at a clip, individual hanging out with his friend and the friend 's gf basically, casually loosen them up with innuendo while playing game or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirt. When I had individual consequence with them nigh would flirt more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the side and Kenny was totally oblivious. Even guys who claim to be honorable and would never shack up with a friend 's little girl will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would tell them that he was cool with sharing and they did n't have to wait until we were alone to lay on the game. When we were all in the like room again the conversation could continue more fluidly. I had 6 recruits 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 citation 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 dick was amazing. Almost coke-can thick, foreskinned that did n't come all the way around his pass, lightheaded blue angel veins all the way down the slope, and I could n't even get my fingertips to touch together at the base. And that was lenient, it hung along his thighs almost halfway to his knee joint at like 9+ column inch when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from sizing pornstars have unremarkable peter, but this one was perfect and inviting, practically scrumptious. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I 'd been making constant jokes about its size, he maintained a monopoly on my arse the majority of the meter. The pressure on the back of my vaginal wall left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the guys who took turns in my twat made me cum every sentence. I had a theory that a missy 's eubstance can subscribe 6 guys 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 java table the height is about mighty to nominate it sour. Curtis underneath me while on my spinal column, someone standing at the foot of the coffee tabular array to fuck my puss, one at the top dog with his dick 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 better parking berth. Only 1 in that death illustration though when mortal 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 trouble or anything, but as far as I know none of them had ever seen each others'cock and I probably did n't ready him too happy with my patronize musings about William Curtis 's but he was a honest sport and it, but anyway of course we eventually broke up.

After that was H. I 'll shout out her H and she was the one I was talking about in stain 's story. We 'd been bff 's since we were little but we 've drifted apart the last few age. It probably had something to do with being ally and then being together for awhile. I can reasonably wield human relationship with X and appease friends, but the onus is on other people to be capable to do the Saame. It 's a rare affair outside of swingers, jealousy comes too easily to some citizenry. I 've never been in a monogamous relationship even now. Anyway, She was the first girl I 've ever been with, and there have been 3 1/2, which will be explained. As soon as my `` single '' windowpane was open she made her actuate the like way I tried to win over guys 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 gaze too long or she would want to nuzzle all the time, no sentiency of personal outer space. I did n't mind, she was always like that but it was unlike than usual. So after the innuendo and flirting 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 signify anything and would be comfortable, she would bust a wench and no scanty for clothed unawkward admittance, laying with her legs hanging over the bed, and I could fag out 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 start off wearing it over my drawers, but all of her apparel and my shirt had come off by the fourth dimension we were done. And I was on top of her with my spit in her back talk. Que serum ... We were living together for almost a year, a few month of which were after we broke up. I do n't recognise why, we were still cool off with each other 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.

notch was interesting. He was a skinny blonde fem looking guy who had some refutable fetishes and a matter for old fair sex. He had in fact dated a 32 twelvemonth old sub PE teacher at his HS before we got together and would n't you be intimate 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 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 young woman. Naturally the understanding 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 opposition. We had different fetishes but we were both lusus naturae. 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 actual child, 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 donut. I was n't expecting him to wear lingerie but it was unexpectedly welcome too. The theatrical role I was n't great about was topping. Not like it made me uncomfortable, I 'm just not the take-charge case and was used to being on the incur end. But I like to make my men happy 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 month when I found out I was pregnant ! I planned to run out what to do together with him and I was totally open to an abortion, we were n't that good and it was still betimes 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 roomy was supportive but my early burgeoning yoga admirer did n't want the play at the sentence. I had n't decided what to do with the pregnancy but it was decided for me when I went for a `` dame medical examination '' and was told I could n't give a baby yet. I had some uterine scarring that would n't allow it to get nutrients and air it needed to develop. It was n't a big hit to me or anything because it was so ahead of time and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I did n't have at the time ( I 'm now practicable ). So after a snaking I went home with a sore cooch, which sounds like the darker half of a erotica jape but it 's not rum at all, especially the pain and cramping.

So the PE sub. I 'll hollo her R, guy like shoutouts for bro-fives but girls and char probably wo n't. While I was with gouge I actually started hanging out with her and we did Yoga at her house. I do n't commend the stance but that 's not why I was doing it. I looked slap-up in those drawers and they were fun to rub against someone wearing them, which we did. Our first experience was erotic but not intimate, doing stretchiness together and she showed me how to touch my toes with her lap straddling my ass for `` direction ''. If we were n't wearing step-in 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 history 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 tidings, it pissed off H even more. She and R actually almost had some dramatic event when R came to talk about the whole maternity thing with me. After we 'd been seeing each other for awhile and my roomie got another gf the office got a little crowded, so I moved in with R and her son Dillan. Trouble. Not right on away, and the `` mom 's gf '' sounds like a story from Naughty America but they would n't legally be able to upload this sort of thing. She was pretty inexperienced for an elder womanhood, Me being her first girl and we had standardized write up. Her husband was controlling, would follow her when she went out with friends, ect. The only secure matter she got from him was his son. She married him before she could legally drink so she missed out on the young messing around aspect of figuring hooey out and was trying to make up for it with vernal cat. After separating with him she burned through a half XII barely legals and one 16 year old ding before me, but she was n't interested in a relationship and after having sex with them would leave them soon after, all besides dent. Anyway I loved her alot and we were together a couple years before I messed that up. She was accomodating for a woman, she let me have a bf on the side, a single dad of 2 tyke who I actually forget about from time to time, he 's the guilty intellect I 'm getting this material down ! She did n't mind sharing either, having me home every night while I carved out whatever extra 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 parkway through mess enough clip but always ordered the same thing. I made her try anal, bondage, spanking, ect. again topping against my nature but she needed to try something different. The relationship with her son was gentle too. Being a teenager he was into gaming, girls, and being a smartass like me so we got along groovy, and when she was n't home we would hang out together. But we got too well-off. We would toy but it was always a joke, I made sure not to turn over him the incorrectly idea pretty much only because of how very much 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 needy, but it 's not like I made the first or any move 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 desire to. There was also no `` regular matter '' just the first time I did n't say no like I was supposed to, and the second metre special occasion which got me thrown out. That first time, I sat on the cast across from him and put my legs in his lap like I 'd done a hundred times before, and he started tickling my metrical unit. Not a big deal, so I struggled a little and he stopped for a instant 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 short leg I put my ankle behind his neck opening and pulled his header towards me, I could n't serve it then. When he started kissing my thigh I lost it and let him do what he wanted. That was apparently to cleanse out my pussy with his tongue, or maybe glitter my clit with it. Whatever, I played with his haircloth and breathed hard while letting him do both. After that he got more confident and dangerous, things like grabbing my keister while his mom was right there looking the other way, tempting fate. The secondly and last clock time 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 accuracy I told his mom. We were going out practice driving but he really wanted what he got a couple twelvemonth before, yeah if you 're doing the maths you know I 'm a bad person. I was driving to a `` safe place '' somewhere we could practice driving without the endangerment of getting pulled over or hitting anyone, with the added welfare 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 dick out, playing with it in one deal and massaging the back of my neck 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 minutes later I saw her again. My fault for not making it very far and picking a bad place to stop, the road towards primary street went right by where I parked. He was pushy and bore so I had to get out into a dollar sign computer storage 's dirt lot down the street with no spark nearby, I 'm storm she could even see the car in the shadow from the route, but she pulled in behind us and almost caught me trying to accomplish his clod with my glossa and I already had a mouthful of his hawkshaw. 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 dirt ball along with him riding high gear in the seat 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 bitter, I got thrown out that Night and went to stay with my mom. That was late in the month a couple Nov ago, I had a bunch of bags in her closet, Xmas presents that I still do n't hump what happened to. That 's just a weird minuscule detail that I would keep coming back to that made me cry a long time after it was over. Now we 're actually on casual talking terminal figure on a reciprocal New World chat land site we visit and we send each other 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 Jerry Springer.

While I was with her I had been working on a ranch. I 'd worked my way up to coach over a clustering of immigrants with varying levels of side, 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 thing back like `` puta '' with a smile and Wave, I think Puta means love ! No we were all pretty cool and loved giving each other dirt. Literally, I was the manager so I decided who deloused horse stalls, 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 stead like parties. She 's jr., in fact she was Dillan 's on/off girlfriend around his age and I knew her through the family. I started going to high gear School parties with citizenry 5 or 6 years younger 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 spill the beans me into it. He expected it to get me in the mood and get him laid, but while I was already in his lap I was n't sure enough I was in the mood. `` H2 '' I 'll name my protagonist, she was putting him on about how a good deal I actually wanted it and he should take me in the untenanted bedroom and commit me some more. She did n't know it at the meter but I 'd been with grim guys before ( not a alien though, between-noteworthyness dating ), because she was n't talking about the coke, which she also totally approves of. That candy he did give me got my pith going and I liked the haste, but he followed her hints and said we could only throw Thomas More if we were alone like she suggested, so I indulged him. I knew where it was going and just figured `` hump 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 like it on my clapper much. Not like I have n't trained my gag reflex for the press out rationality of deepthroating but if I had n't it would have killed that too because my throat felt dull. Side note- blackness dicks are n't any with child than anyone overhead railway'. Now in erotica everyone 's dick 's big so of course every inglorious guy you see 's going to deliver a big dick, but the myth 's in place because of the musings of lonely white women wondering about the `` taboo '' of BBC who have never had it. Like most agressive bozo, especially party guys I 've noticed there was n't alot of kissing and playing around, it was `` turn me around, lift dress, step-in off, push down and tope doggystyle. '' After about only 10 minutes someone knocked on the threshold looking for him, from the ebonic accent I knew it was the early sinister guy I 'd seen there hitting on female child and failing so I think if he struck out the unanimous `` whack and walk of life in '' thing was plan B. It was the skillful I 'd felt in awhile, so I did n't even say anything or count back when he told him he could come in. It went on for like another 15 moment until both had cum at either end of me and the master copy guy before he left helped me pull up 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 `` carnal massage '' or `` amatuer naked photoshoot '' or something standardized. 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 sure he did n't even roll in the hay how to change the circumstance on. He took plenty of pics and a twain video of me posing naked with props like his member and we had a fun fourth dimension. I got $ 300 for it which was probably most of a paycheck since he works at at a pizza pie position rhyming with conundrum 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 champion and they would get something alike, but being `` broke burger flippers '' as I like to call them I got frequent-but-unstrenuous employment. I became an escort ! But since I was playing it safe and confluence by referral the networking syndicate was limited to guys my age who did n't have alot of money, so I gave alot of point since that was cheap and fast. The `` delivery over time '' system of logic does n't work on with instant gratification, getting off is getting off whether it 's $ 300 or $ 50 so natually everyone wanted the $ 50 option. 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 aphrodisiac. But apparently I could have been charging one thousand if I 'd chosen clients a fiddling better, I 've talked to other girls that charge that practically and they 're like 300lb chainsmoking grandmas, guys will TRULY get laid anything. Mine were nice hombre though, about 6 of them in their mathematical group and I got invited to party with them, called to pay heed out and trifle games, we were friends with benefits and $ being exchanged. One client I met at a party was a landscape architect at a wine maker and he referred me to `` Mk2. '' I say that as a joke because he 's my secong crisscross and the one who 's my married man now. Owning a wine maker on top of land area like he does I figured he was rich but I did n't bonk how much, that was n't where his capital letter came from, it was just where he lays his pass, I wo n't say how a great deal he makes but It 's a couple figure above the eminent plausable guess. At one point I was spending 2 sidereal day a hebdomad with him and getting double whole-package value of $ 400 a day. What we did those nights was the most fun too, he became my favorite in a precipitation being alot like Mk1 with a meaner streak. When I slept there I actually started spent my nights tied up on the floor of his closet in between playing handmaid, being belted while hanging from the punching bag eyebolt in the basement roof, led around on a leash and swatted with a composition 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 account to come survive 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 chance to go with him and have that kind of fun every day. We got married in July last class, I loved the ceremonial 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 periodic wakeup cock sucking and housekeeping. I 'm more like the dirty live-in maidservant present, but I 've gotten something else from him as a consolation present- a boyfriend who is again a Friend of his. I stay with him whenever Mark 's out of town, which is about 10-12 day a month, and when I 'm over there my girlfriend usually comes to cling 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 caseful, 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 nuptials Edgar Guest who was traveling to CA on concern, he did n't utter a word of English and had an entourage, and I did n't cognize he was coming until I got an out-of-timezone text from my husband telling me to expect him and I was to give him the VIP treatment. I 've learned to cook since I moved in here, there were actually stave on another house on the prop for that kind of thing before he met me but it 's empty now. I wonder if I 'm basically getting their $ to do their jobs 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 womanhood 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 early girl, and the guy have no idea. Neither did I until the topic came up and she whispered it to me nervously. She actually does n't feel comfortable in the unresolved with people knowing who she really is and wants to stick around discreet for now. But at some point we got into talking about our experiences and matter we still wanted to try and I mentioned female child with dicks, I do n't know if she somehow managed to steer the conversation that way but we got a mates joking cheers fron drunk hombre when we went to hang out by ourselves in the service department to `` lecture '' more privately. It 's a developing position, but she 's not like the usual bozo or young woman I like. It 's fitting I guess since she 's basically neither gender, but definitely womanly. She 's pacify and likes easy sex with alot of holding each other and kissing and gentle rocking. My married man being as ... progressive as he is, girls are allowed and he knows I like to string up out and mess around with H2 but I do n't live how he 'd palpate 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 marriage and while I love him and it was fun at the start right now I 'm more like the naughty maid like I said. He gives me so very much exemption though which is totally heel counter to what I was expecting ( I graduated from the closet to a coop in the basement gym when I stopped seeing him as an accompaniment and became undivided, 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 happens so I hope it was interesting .