I’m not a naughty person. Honestly. I know no one will believe me after reading this, but I don’t care. It’s true, period. I never spent hours building up sex scenarios in my head, hell!, I never even had a wet dream (that I can remember at least, to keep full honesty). I don’t masturbate in the bathroom at work (like I know many do), I don’t have a porn folder in my laptop. I’m just not naughty, period. I’ve no idea how I ended up making my husband suck girldicks for my entertaintment. Honestly!
It did happen though. And I loved it!
Bit of a background: we were married for 3 and a half years, and our sex life was great.
Saying I’m not naughty, or obsessed with sex, doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it or didn’t desire my husband a lot. I’m just in awe of how we went from enjoying quality, sexy time together and romantic dates for two, to chasing for a few blocks a 6’2 tall transwoman in the streets, lusting over her huge fat thighs and then going home and fucking all night while fantasizing all the things I’d make him do to her cock – which we hoped was proportionally huge and fat to her delicious thighs.