I’ve lurked on here for a couple of weeks, and decided it was time to share some of my hotter adventures over the past ten-years of being sexually proficient, and we will begin with my first love, Jimmy.
Jimmy and I dated in high school. He was my first love…though not the first person I’d had sex with.
Jimmy was a complete Alpha-make. A six-foot, 200 pound mountain of muscular man. He played football, drank whiskey, smoked cigarettes, and knew his way around a woman’s body…specifically, mine.
We had plenty of wild sex-capades. Our sex life bordered on the obscene. When I first began sleeping with Jimmy, I figured sex was no big deal because my first boyfriend basically climbed on top of me, forced his way inside, and for about three-minutes, would keep me pinned to the bed with his body until the deed was done.
Sex with Jimmy was different in every aspect. It was more like a sport, both of us sweatily trying to get the upper hand, tossing one another around, biting, clawing, and choking the other until one of us made the other lose all control.