He was an ok guy, and I’m glad I picked him for the first butt-fuck experience, but I don’t think I am going to see him again. Let’s face it… I need a guy who can fuck me for a LONG time, and I don’t think Greg is the man for the job.
That the whole time we went on that long dry spell without sex, he was just trying to get me to go out and screw some more!
Once again I have been gone for a while, eh? I’m not really sure that I will be writing very much anymore. I’ve been a very busy girl the past couple of months. I met six or seven guys since I wrote last. There I was, at the bowling alley. George was in prime bowling mode – I swear I could have stripped naked and walked down the gutter of the lane and he wouldn’t have noticed. Anyway, he was bowling away, and I slipped off into Mike’s office. Mike was sitting on his couch, fully clothed, except for his magnificent prick sticking out of his fly. I was nude, straddling him, riding that cock and letting him suck and nibble on my tits.
I didn’t know what, but I really love my husband, and I was horrified that he was seeing what he was seeing
I was coming about every couple of minutes, as usual, and biting my lip to try not to scream, and I heard a creak. I looked around, and Oh My God…