Author: DarkPsychologicalh

[F] I lost my anal virginity to 3 guys.

My name is Gabriela and this is the story on how I lost my anal virginity to 3 guys.

I was always very pretty, heck i knew it too. maybe that’s what always got me in a lot of trouble. skipping school and smoking pot with the bad boys, hard to say no when its always free. I never did anything with them though I was too young and scared of getting pregnant. farthest i had gotten was giving a blow job, getting my tits sucked on. little foreplay stuff. I had just turned 18 and was a Jr. in high school. I was 5’1 36c breasts, light white skin and a natural blonde although I always dye it jet black.

On one particular morning I was outside waiting for the school bus when my friend Edward came up and said “hey lets go to my buddies house to go smoke” me of course always down to skip school said “sure lets go!” Me and Edward had been friends since grade school and had gotten into tons of adventures together. Although he has had a crush on me for years, he was not my type, A bit on the nerdy and scrawny side. We were great friends. Read more »

[F] A unforgettable holiday in Spain

The tiny restaurant in Barcelona was busy.

Conversing diners, shouts and calls to waiters, popping corks from bottles of wine, the clink of glasses, drinkers’ long bouts of laughter. Chefs cooked the favorite local foods and let the timeless scents of Spanish paprika, heavy garlic, and saffron waft from the kitchen.

In the middle of everything was Christy.

Christy and her friend, Marsala, ate under an awning strung with red and yellow and blue lights, that put the patio under a warm glow. Christy nibbled on her Paella Valenciana and Gazpacho and sipped her Sauvignon Blanc. Yet, among all the wonderful food and the joviality of the dinners, Christy was trapped between depression, joy, and a fear of missing everything. In two days, she would be heading back to Williston Falls, North Dakota. Tonight, she was attempting to soak in as much of Barcelona as possible.

“I am going to miss this city,” she told Marsala in a sad voice. “What I need is a last ride through Barcelona.”

“I’ve been telling you for weeks now to rent one of those electric bike thingies. They’re everywhere. Then go wherever you want.” She raised her glass of red wine as a salute to her smart idea. “For me, I’m here for another few bottles of wine.” Read more »