I am not using my main account given that I am happily married now, and these adventures are something that my OH just knows without much detail or nothing at all. And before you all ask, no I’m not gay or bi. This was just me, having fun in my twenties by experimenting. I am now in my early thirties, long auburn natural hair (at least back then it was), 38DDs, big round hazel eyes, apple butt, 5’6”, curvy. I could be mistaken for Isla Fisher, pretty good compliment I would say!
I was late bloomer, only becoming sexually active in my very early 20s. I have to thank my Catholic background for that and all the guilt that came with it. Also, I was never sure about the guys I was dating. None of them made me feel that spark, that tingling, that urge to rip off each other’s clothes and fuck! So, when I met Dave, something changed, something snapped inside of me and all I wanted to do was for him to take my V card (which he did and then some more ;). He was my height, dark brown hair, nicely toned (thanks to his football (soccer, not American) background), green eyes with a hint of brown that made me weak at the knees, full beard. He had this ragged look and wicked smile, which was exactly what I wanted, the bad boy look. Everyone in here talks about the size of their equipment and as a woman, if you don’t know how to use it, then what’s the point of having it? And besides, men who Ferrari’s are always hiding something small. Something very small indeed.