While there 's probably something dirty for everyone here, this is n't a porno tale so much trying to retain rail of what I 've been up to so far. Like watching a show as I 'm doing now, it 's actually possible to block how and who you went through to get here. It 's a love-life timeline of me I guess, form of a cliffnotes matter 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 most of us not every fourth dimension was tarradiddle worthy and it 's pretty haunt when you 're in a relationship. It 's more about the important 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 `` devout diary, insert porno. ``

My first boyfriend was a guy named Mark, coincidentally my current husband 's name. He was controlling and abusive in the naughty way, so I accepted it. He did n't like me having guy acquaintance, did n't want me going out without him, easy to piss off, like what lady friend warn their lady friend about, but I was a sexually ignorant Virgo in the `` slashie fangirl '' sock-in-your-mouth, crying-as-I-tie-you-down-with-more-duct-tape kind of way at the sentence. 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 talk girls into trying things like anal or even giving head for the boring sweet girls, and it 's usually a atruggle but he did n't worry about it. We were n't attached and destitute either but he was pretty territorial reserve. We never said we loved each early 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 suit a resort root word. So Mark was my friend 's swain 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 monish me like I said but I did n't listen or care, she had become kind of cautious since they broke up and it was kind of an embarassed mesmerism at sound. 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 clip ( and she did n't assure me which is kind of a gumshoe move ), He was the like way with her. But she was n't like me. Her kickoff clip was in front of his Quaker crying as she was raped and humiliated, a small political party or bbq with his ally or something where everyone was drunk. think back the controlling voice, she had no Quaker there because he did n't want them around. If there were more part saying `` hey what the fuck ? ! ? stop ! '' it might not possess happened, but they did n't listen that. I assume to them it was like a rape-porno, something everybody watches but does n't acknowledge 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 alone a forcible 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 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 chagrin came in. She only told me after he and I broke up, which while I understand it being operose to talk about was sort of messed up because it might have 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 young lady, including my first. 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 conclusion brakeup he was all over my telephone set being `` a good protagonist. '' Basically he knew I was usable, what variety of things I was into and had to beat soul else to me. He was alot less well-to-do 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 things. Nothing boring like anal retentive and blowjobs because he knew from experience I was into those and I consider them region of steady 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 dainty guy who gives girls what they want. We said our `` get laid you '' s, went out places and everything formula couples do together. There were affair I could n't get him to do. One of them was pegging, the early was n't mathematical 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 radical of his supporter for a gangbang. We 'd flow out with them one at a time, someone hanging out with his protagonist and the admirer 's gf basically, casually loosen them up with innuendo while playing plot or what have you while I was laying on the blatant flirting. When I had private second with them most would flirt more directly with me, thinking I wanted something on the side and Kenny was totally oblivious. Even guy wire who claim to be honorable and would never trail up with a admirer 's girl will do it if they think they can get away with it. Anyway I would order them that he was cool with sharing and they did n't have to look until we were alone to lay on the secret plan. When we were all in the same room again the conversation could continue Thomas 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 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 dick was amazing. Almost coke-can thick, foreskinned that did n't come all the way around his heading, light blueing veins all the way down the slope, and I could n't even get my fingertips to match together at the base. And that was subdued, it hung along his second joint almost halfway to his knees at like 9+ inches when hard like a pornstar. Except for the fact that aside from size pornstars have unremarkable dicks, but this one was pure and inviting, practically pleasant-tasting. Naturally during the gangbang and probably because I 'd been making unvarying jokes about its size, he maintained a monopoly on my mother fucker the majority of the time. The pressure on the backbone of my vaginal wall left me hovering around orgasm constantly, the guy wire who took turn of events in my twat made me cum every time. I had a possibility that a little girl 's dead body can deal 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 bean table the height is about right to make it work. Curtis underneath me while on my back, someone standing at the ft of the coffee board to bed my snatch, one at the principal with his dick 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 touch. Only 1 in that live on representative though when someone did n't evidence. Kenny and I were together for awhile after that too. But he personally never shared me with them again. Not that it caused any problems or anything, but as far as I know none of them had ever seen each others'gumshoe and I probably did n't make him too felicitous with my frequent reflexion about William Curtis 's but he was a in effect fun and it, but anyway of class we eventually broke up.

After that was H. I 'll call her H and she was the one I was talking about in score 's story. We 'd been bff 's since we were piffling but we 've drifted apart the last few years. It probably had something to do with being friends and then being together for awhile. I can reasonably sustain kinship with exes and stay friend, but the onus is on former people to be able to do the Saami. It 's a rarified thing outside of swingers, jealousy comes too easily to some people. I 've never been in a monogamous kinship even now. Anyway, She was the first-class honours degree girl I 've ever been with, and there have been 3 1/2, which will be explained. As soon as my `` single '' window was open she made her move 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 need to cuddle all the time, no sensory faculty of personal distance. 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 avail her get off. The way she sold me on it was that it would n't mean anything and would be comfortable, she would wear upon a skirt and no step-in for clothed unawkward access, laying with her legs hanging over the bed, and I could wear a strapon over my clothes. Then just came rocking together like whenever young lady 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 flex out that way. I got excited as she was and I did set out off wearing it over my drawers, but all of her clothes 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 year, a few months of which were after we broke up. I do n't know why, we were still cool with each former and I could have had a human relationship with a girl, we were pulling it off, I was just more into guy and she was n't at all. So we broke up but lived together and I started seeing Nick.

dent was interesting. He was a scraggy blonde fem looking guy who had some questionable hoodoo and a matter for older cleaning woman. He had in fact dated a 32 year old sub PE instructor at his HS before we got together and would n't you know 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 tidal bore to try sex with another miss. Naturally the reason 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 Para 's his so I 'll say he was like my opposite. We had different fetish but we were both freaks. Some affair even I wo n't do like diaper/shit stuff, when I want to do that it 'll be when I 'm changing an factual baby, 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 annulus. I was n't expecting him to wear upon intimate apparel but it was unexpectedly receive too. The region I was n't great about was topping. Not like it made me uncomfortable, I 'm just not the take-charge eccentric and was used to being on the find end. But I like to crap my men felicitous so I tied his wrist joint 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 work out what to do together with him and I was totally open to an abortion, we were n't that serious and it was still early on in every common 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 roomie was supportive but my other burgeoning yoga friend did n't require the drama at the prison term. I had n't decided what to do with the pregnancy but it was decided for me when I went for a `` lady medical exam '' and was told I could n't have 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 early and actually fixable whenever I finally found the money for it, which I did n't stimulate at the prison term ( I 'm now executable ). So after a snaking I went plate with a sore cooch, which sounds like the darker half of a porn gag but it 's not fishy at all, especially the pain and cramping.

So the PE sub. I 'll holler her R, bozo like shoutouts for bro-fives but girls and char 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 commend the positions but that 's not why I was doing it. I looked great in those pant and they were fun to rub against person wearing them, which we did. Our first base experience was erotic but not intimate, doing stretchability together and she showed me how to have-to doe with my toes with her lap straddling my ass for `` guidance ''. If we were n't wearing scanty it could have been embarassing wearing those pants wet as we were ... I was still living with H while I was with gouge, which caused friction because of our account 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 word, it pissed off H even more. She and R actually almost had some play when R came to talk about the totally pregnancy matter with me. After we 'd been seeing each other for awhile and my roomie got another gf the place got a little crowded, so I moved in with R and her son Dillan. Trouble. Not redress away, and the `` mom 's gf '' sounds like a taradiddle from Naughty USA but they would n't legally be capable to upload this kind of thing. She was pretty inexperienced for an previous fair sex, Me being her first girl and we had similar chronicle. Her husband was controlling, would follow her when she went out with champion, ect. The only good 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 aspect of figuring poppycock out and was trying to get to up for it with younger guys. After separating with him she burned through a one-half dozen barely legals and one 16 year old Nick before me, but she was n't interest in a kinship and after having sex with them would leave them soon after, all besides Nick. Anyway I loved her alot and we were together a twain yr before I messed that up. She was accomodating for a cleaning lady, she let me experience a bf on the position, a single dad of 2 kid who I actually forget about from time to metre, he 's the guilty reason I 'm getting this stuff down ! She did n't mind sharing either, having me home every nighttime while I carved out whatever surplus time I could with him, and I taught her the matter my old bfs taught me. Like I said she was pretty inexperienced in the sentiency that she 'd been in the parkway through mint plenty times 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 dissimilar. The family relationship with her son was well-situated too. Being a teenager he was into play, girls, and being a smartass like me so we got along cracking, and when she was n't dwelling we would cling out together. But we got too easy. We would romance but it was always a gag, I made sure as shooting not to give him the wrong estimate pretty much only because of how much problem I could feature found myself in, so I kept distancing myself when it started heating up. But he was the alone testosterone in the house and I 'm needy, but it 's not like I made the initiatory or any move and did n't give birth 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 matter '' just the first prison term I did n't say no like I was supposed to, and the second clock time special occasion which got me thrown out. That first metre, I sat on the couch 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 fiddling and he stopped for a minute before stroking my legs. He was getting bold and tracing higher and I did n't say anything, when he got to the hem of my boxershorts leg I put my ankle behind his neck and pulled his head towards me, I could n't help oneself it then. When he started kissing my thighs I lost it and let him do what he wanted. That was apparently to clean out my cunt with his tongue, or maybe effulgence my clit with it. Whatever, I played with his hair's-breadth and breathed hard while letting him do both. After that he got more confident and dangerous, things like grabbing my arse while his mom was right there looking the other way, tempting fate. The second 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 half truth I told his mom. We were going out practice session driving but he really wanted what he got a couple class before, yeah if you 're doing the mathematics you know I 'm a bad someone. I was driving to a `` prophylactic position '' somewhere we could pattern driving without the risk of getting pulled over or hitting anyone, with the lend welfare 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 hand and massaging the cover 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 mo later I saw her again. My fault for not making it very far and picking a bad billet to stop, the road towards main street went right by where I parked. He was pushy and eager so I had to deplumate into a dollar entrepot 's grime lot down the street with no lights nearby, I 'm surprise she could even see the car in the darkness from the road, but she pulled in behind us and almost caught me trying to hit his globe with my tongue and I already had a taste of his peter. 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 terror like worm along with him riding high 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 abide with my mom. That was late in the month a couple Novembers ago, I had a bunch of handbag in her closet, Xmas presents that I still do n't acknowledge what happened to. That 's just a unearthly little detail that I would keep coming back to that made me cry a long prison term after it was over. Now we 're actually on passing talking terms on a reciprocal chat internet site we visit and we send each other word-painting 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 treason 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 handler over a bunch of immigrants with varying storey of English language, but we had a fun family relationship. I rode around in a golf cart all day yelling mock Spanish people along with the few Good Book 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 damn. Literally, I was the managing director so I decided who deloused horse cavalry stalls, Javier ! Anyway after breaking up with R I quit the job out of impression, sat around at my mom 's all day playing secret plan and moping, a girl of mine made it well-off taking me out berth like parties. She 's younger, in fact she was Dillan 's on/off girlfriend around his age and I knew her through the kin. I started going to senior high school School parties with people 5 or 6 years untested than me, not that I was the merely 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 talk me into it. He expected it to get me in the humour and get him place, but while I was already in his lap I was n't sure I was in the mood. `` H2 '' I 'll call my booster, she was putting him on about how much I actually wanted it and he should take me in the unoccupied chamber and give me some more. She did n't know it at the time but I 'd been with black guys before ( not a unknown though, between-noteworthyness dating ), because she was n't talking about the coke, which she also totally approves of. That candy he did open me got my heart going and I liked the spate, but he followed her hints and said we could only have to a greater extent if we were alone like she suggested, so I indulged him. I knew where it was going and just figured `` be intimate it. '' When we were alone he rubbed some behind the oral sex of his hawkshaw with his pollex and I licked it off, and I discovered I did n't like it on my knife much. Not like I have n't trained my gag unconditioned reflex for the express reason of deepthroating but if I had n't it would have killed that too because my throat felt dead. Side note- black-market peter are n't any bountiful than anyone elses'. Now in porno everyone 's tool 's big so of course every black guy you see 's going to sustain a big dick, but the myth 's in space because of the reflection of unfrequented Theodore Harold White womanhood wondering about the `` tabu '' of BBC who have never had it. Like almost agressive guy rope, especially party guys I 've noticed there was n't alot of kissing and playing around, it was `` wrick me around, aerodynamic lift frock, scanty off, advertize down and drunk doggystyle. '' After about only 10 proceedings someone knocked on the door looking for him, from the ebonic accent I knew it was the other black guy I 'd seen there hitting on girls and failing so I think if he struck out the whole `` knock and walk in '' thing was plan B. It was the estimable I 'd matte up in awhile, so I did n't even say anything or look back when he told him he could add up in. It went on for like another 15 minutes until both had cum at either end of me and the pilot guy before he left helped me tear my step-in back on with an unexpected nowadays. A ziplock baggie tucked by my butt. That gave me an mind how I could get back on the horse.

I browsed Craigslist personals for one of `` those '' entry. If you 've been desperate and horny you know about them, they say `` sensual 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 tv 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 alter the background on. He took spate of pics and a duet videos of me posing naked with props like his penis and we had a fun time. I got $ 300 for it which was probably to the highest degree of a paycheck since he works at at a pizza pie topographic point 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 indicate me to his friends and they would get something like, but being `` broke Warren Earl Burger flippers '' as I like to hollo them I got frequent-but-unstrenuous work. I became an escort ! But since I was playing it safe and meeting by referral the networking pool was limited to jest at 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 fourth dimension '' logic does n't work 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 sexy. But apparently I could let been charging thousands if I 'd chosen clients a little better, I 've talked to other girl that charge that much and they 're like 300lb chainsmoking granny, bozo will TRULY fuck anything. Mine were decent hombre though, about 6 of them in their mathematical group and I got invited to parties with them, called to cling out and work games, we were Friend with benefits and $ being exchanged. One guest I met at a party was a landscaper at a winery and he referred me to `` Mk2. '' I say that as a jocularity 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 much, that was n't where his capital came from, it was just where he lays his head, I wo n't say how very much he makes but It 's a twain digits above the highest plausable supposition. At one period I was spending 2 days a calendar week with him and getting double whole-package note value of $ 400 a day. What we did those nighttime was the most fun too, he became my favorite in a hastiness 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 wardrobe in between playing handmaiden, being belted while hanging from the punching bag eyebolt in the basement ceiling, led around on a trio and swatted with a report like a dog and more. He eventually got overjealous and wanted me all to himself, giving me a Miata and a $ 5000 a month valuation reserve to number live with him and be his alone, which I recently learned someone else is effectively paying nowadays. I would consume done it for free for the chance to experience with him and have that kind of fun every day. We got married in July last year, I loved the ceremonial 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 unclean live-in maidservant nowadays, but I 've gotten something else from him as a solace present- a beau who is again a booster of his. I stay with him whenever Mark 's out of town, which is about 10-12 days a calendar month, and when I 'm over there my girl 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 brand that $ 5000 a calendar month I get as an allowance. As far as I know that was n't always the font, but I wonder if I 'm still in the bodyguard biz and my husband 's now my pimp ... I have in fact entertained one of his wedding ceremony invitee who was traveling to CA on business, he did n't verbalize a word of English and had an entourage, and I did n't do it he was coming until I got an out-of-timezone text from my husband telling me to expect him and I was to generate him the VIP treatment. I 've learned to cook since I moved in here, there were actually staff on another house on the property for that sort of matter before he met me but it 's empty now. I wonder if I 'm basically getting their $ to do their Job now since I clean this giant place and do all the preparation and washables and stuff.

Before I forget, earlier I said I 'd been with 3 1/2 women which I said I 'd excuse. I met a tgirl at a party and have been spending prison term with her lately. She 's so feminine and beautiful that she was getting hit on there as much or more than any other girl, and the guys have no idea. Neither did I until the subject came up and she whispered it to me nervously. She actually does n't feel well-to-do in the open with citizenry 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 things we still wanted to try and I mentioned girls with tool, I do n't eff if she somehow managed to channelize the conversation that way but we got a couple joking cheers fron drunk hombre when we went to give ear out by ourselves in the garage to `` talk '' more privately. It 's a modernize situation, but she 's not like the usual Guy or girls I like. It 's fitting I guess since she 's basically neither sex, but definitely feminine. She 's gentle and the like slow sex with alot of holding each other and kissing and gruntle rocking. My husband being as ... imperfect 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 know how he 'd feel about `` T '' if he knew she had a dick. She 's not on the commendation 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 wedding 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 a good deal freedom though which is totally counter to what I was expecting ( I graduated from the closet to a John Cage in the cellar 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 poppycock happens so I hope it was interesting .