Why is it when I’ve had a trying day that I want Him? I want him to hold me and love me. Also, though, I want him to beat me. I want the pain to bloom across my ass. I want the rushing heat to banish any other thought. I want the world beyond his reach to cease. I want to feel and live for only him.
That is what I want.
I was masturbating recently and I came up with a fantasy that twisted me so hard. I have to share it with you.
I’ve been fantasizing when I masturbate a lot more lately. In my efforts to become more orgasmic with Daddy, I decided that masturbation with porn is not helpful. It’s kind of an automatic reaction. I watch a hot porn scene, cum and get on with my day. It’s about as exciting as brushing my teeth every morning. This is not leading me towards my goal so I’m trying not to do it as much.
I was in bed and I began to touch myself. I caressed my sides and my belly. I graze my fingertips so lightly on my skin that it raises goosebumps. Then I can feel my nipples harden. When I do it this way, without touching them directly, they get so hard so fast that the skin puckers and crinkles. It sends little shockwaves of nipple sensation through my body. God, I love that sensation.
I pictured a scene in my mind. This is what I saw as I touched myself…
I came home expecting to see Daddy and get a kiss hello but I couldn’t find him. I went into the bedroom and was shocked to find him fucking a hot girl. She was curvy and had great tits. He had her pinned under him, his cock full to the hilt inside her.
It was so hot seeing this but then I was immediately torn with jealousy and pain. He didn’t tell me he was fucking this girl. He’s supposed to tell me about them before he does. My face fell and I just stood there watching and twisting inside.
He turned because he felt my presence. “Strip and kneel slut. This is for you.” Then he went back to fucking her. I stripped my clothes off and knelt near the bed still watching them fuck. My pussy was dripping yet my stomach was still twisting with jealousy. This was for me? He had given me a clue. He was doing this as a scene for us.
Now the girl notices me naked and kneeling on the floor. “That’s hot. Does she do anything you tell her?” At this point Daddy rolled off her and made her get on top of him.
“Of course she does. She’s my dirty little slave. Now, ride me.” She got on top of him and began fucking him. Her tits bounced as she did. Then she started talking to me.
“I’d like a slave slut like you. I’d make you do all sorts of things. Fuck yeah, I would.” Then she moaned and rode Daddy harder. “God I love his cock. It’s a big fat cock, you’re so lucky to get fucked with it all the time.” I twisted some more as she rode him. I was so close to cumming now.
He moaned and I switched to watching him. I love watching Daddy cum. He cried out and shot his load into her. Her tits were bouncing as he filled her. When he was done he looked over to me. “I came for you Darling. You know what you have to do.” I knew but, wow, I had never had his cum that way.
“Get up here and lick it out of her. It’s Daddy’s cum.” I got up in between her legs.
The hottie looked at him then at me. “Fuck yeah, do it!” (I didn’t give her much in the way of a vocab, did I?) I licked her clean then made her squirm and cum herself.
In reality, I had cum when Daddy shot his load but damn I had to finish that scene in my mind while my body was twitching from a really good orgasm.
I have a little challenge and it goes something like this…sex is incredible and with Daddy, oh my goodness, it is through the roof good. Our connection is iron hot. And yet, I still have trouble orgasming when we have sex. It’s a me thing. I’ve told you all this before.
When I write about sex, I either don’t mention this issue so I can write the super hot scenes we’ve had or I write specifically about this problem. I think I’m going to try to pepper it into my writing in a less separated or obtrusive way.
It’s part of the life I lead and I’m actively pursuing resolution for it so I’m going to try it this way for a bit. Sex is amazing goodness even with the little challenges. I love every moment I get to have it with Daddy.
“Kneel for me by the bed. Take the vibrator and put it on your clit,” he said. I did as told.
Already I was defeated. I knew this would be fruitless. I had no delusions that I’d be able to give him an orgasm this way. My body was decidedly not ready to be turned on. Have you ever had those days? One where you knew it was going to take a lot to get your motor running?
I told myself to push those defeatist thoughts out of my mind and damned well do what Daddy wanted. I got on my knees near to the bed. He laid on the bed so our faces were close together. I was naked and put the vibrator on my clit on low speed. As Daddy talked in my ear, my body warmed to the idea. The vibration awakened my clit and it began to feel good.
All the while, Daddy talked in my ear. “You’re my good little slut, my whore and you’re going to give me what I want aren’t you?”
I cringed. I was certain my knees would give out far faster than my mind would submit and allow me an orgasm. I whimpered in agreement and kept going.
The more he talked the more my body responded. His filthy talk and the names he called me spun into a sinful cyclone of pleasure. I ached to obey. I longed for him to keep going, to debase me further.
“You’re my dirty cum whore. You will cum for me.” Damn, I wanted to so badly. My knees were shooting pain but my body was finally kicking into high gear.
I whimpered again. I was getting frustrated with myself. There seemed no passing a certain point, no thrusting myself over the edge. The pain in my knees was interfering with my progress. I looked up to him as my body slumped on the side of the bed. “Cry if you must but you will cum for me.” He turned the vibrator to high.
Damn! I swear if I had any hope of cumming in this position that would have sent me over the edge. That was fucking hot! All the times I ached for Harsh Daddy flooded into my mind…every last fantasy that he now fulfilled.
It occurred to me that my feet were now completely asleep. I cried and kept that cursed vibrator where he wanted it though. I’d be damned if I was going to let my Fantasy Dom Incarnate down after he gave me what I always craved. Fuck.
Finally, I looked up to him with tears in my eyes. I was so dejected that my body had no hope of rising above the pain to achieve the goal he demanded. “What is it, slut?” He asked.
I paused and agonized but finally said, “My knees are in pain and my feet are asleep Daddy. May I please stop?” He gave me permission.
Later he asked why on earth I didn’t call my safe word earlier, but really how could I? This is what I’ve always wanted.
Today we had an hour. I stopped by to pick up something he made for me. He’s good to me. I had to get back home though so we only had time for a short snuggle.
We lay on the bed tangled together. We talked about the day before which had been a fun day with family. The men had golfed then they all came to my place for dinner. It was really nice to cook for my men after a good day of golf. Their ladies came over too which made it especially nice.
I ran my fingers over Daddy’s chest and played with his nipple rings. I really like tugging on them. My mind was on sex but he said just cuddle. “What are your thinking about baby girl?” He asked.
“I was thinking about sucking your nipple Daddy.”
“That’s the difference between Daddy’s and baby girls. Daddy’s take what they want we don’t just think about it.” He said.
“Hm, then are you going to take what you want Daddy?” I was playing. I wanted him to rape me but I was trying to be good. Being bad had recently gotten me in trouble. I suppose I wasn’t trying very hard though, I wanted fucking.
He smiled, I could see his mind working. “You don’t have much time for me to take what I want.” Here I was thinking, and that time is ticking away while we could be fucking. But I bit my tongue.
Ok, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, we have time for a little fucking if that’s what you want.” I heard his breathing change. He waited for what felt like forever but it was about 5 seconds.
“On your stomach baby girl.” Yes, yes, yes! I thought to myself as I pushed away from his side and placed myself face down on the bed. He pulled off my pants and thrust his face into my ass. His tongue probed and licked and tormented me. He lifted my body and pushed a finger into my pussy. I was already becoming wet for him. I wanted him. Immediately after penetrating my pussy I felt a wet finger probe my asshole. Oh no, my ass too? I took deep breaths and he pushed his finger inside my tight hole. He wiggled his finger and tested the tightness. I moaned from pleasure and trepidation alike.
I had a suspicion that he would take my ass today. He had told me in the heat of sex several days before that he would take his privilege and have my ass. It hadn’t happened then so I knew it was imminent. I heard him rumble with pleasure, “Oh, she wants me. She opened right up for me.”
“Roll on your side baby girl.” No, no, no. I thought, not now, not without any warm up. But I did as he said and tried not to whimper. I always do my best to give him what he wants. Some part of me knows or at least hopes my body will fall in line and respond. He mounted me and pushed his hard cock into my pussy, oh thank god, it wasn’t my ass. I was lulled, I relaxed and immediately began to enjoy him fucking me. After a few minutes, he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. This is one of our favorite positions. His cock in me from behind and his fingers taking my ass. It’s hot and dirty and the pleasure of it is so intense.
Just as soon as he started he stopped. He pulled out and tucked my legs up against my chest so I was all the way on my side. “Play with your clit, baby.” I moaned in denial.
“No Daddy, please.”
“Yes, slut, you owe me. I said I’d take it and I didn’t. Now, it’s mine.” I knew he was right. I knew I had no way out. I braced myself. I put my fingers on my clit and moved them back and forth fast. Any passion, any sensation helps to take me to that place where I don’t care about anything but the pleasure. He pushed his cock right up to my tight hole. He moved slowly and did not back down when I panicked because panic I did.
“Slow Daddy, slow!” I grabbed the bedside table and as the fear gripped me hard. His cock was stretching me so wide so fast. It doesn’t hurt exactly. It feels like his cock is pushing a hole right into me somewhere there isn’t already a hole. His girth is so wide and it takes time for my body to open to him. Reason flies away and my fear of tearing is all I can see.
“Breathe, baby breathe. I’m already in.” He had stopped when I cried out but he was still inside me. He was right, he was inside my tight tunnel. He began to move while I whimpered and tried to calm down. On the second stroke I felt the pleasure of the tight friction take hold. There is nothing on earth like anal sex. It is scary and so provocative at the same time. It is a show of dominance and a submissive sacrifice as well.
He began to fuck my ass faster and deeper. My body relaxed for him and shudders of intensity rushed through my body. “What am I doing slut?”
“Fucking my ass Daddy.” I gasped.
“That’s right, I’m fucking my slut’s ass.” He thrust hard and fast. My eyes were closed, my head back. I was deep into the raw feeling of it all.
“I need your come Daddy. Please come in my ass.” I wanted to feel his hot liquid love inside me. I ached for it, I would have done anything for it.
“That’s my good little come slut. Take it, take my come!” He let loose and I heard him yell. I felt his cock spasm and fill my ass with his hot load. So, so good! I love listening to him shudder and come. He fell on top of me as he filled my ass.
Later, after we rested and I came down from the lower levels of submission he put me in, he said, “It’s so crazy how you panic so thoroughly. Something about that just drives me crazy.”
Me too. Me too.
He lights a candle and holds it close. The light is soft and lures me. I bask in the glow. Once he feels me respond to his subtle little flame, he adds more fuel.
The brightness shines a light over my soul. He looks ever so closely and sees all of me. He sees what I want to show, he sees what I hide. He finds my fears and notices the barriers of my walls.
A flame thus ignites within me. I respond in kind to his beacon. I quake in fear that he sees me, that he knows my every secret. But his light continues to shine bright as day even though my sins are now exposed.
I see now that he will not turn away. He wants my sin, he wants my hidden terrors. He wants my dirty, rotten imperfections. I roll like a swine in mud. He grants me freedom to be the basest of pitiful things.
His high beam of stark honesty and vision ignites. He takes the clay before him and carves out the pure beast within. His talons grip me, his voracious fire consumes me. I burn, oh how I burn in his realm.
From the fire emerges a passion that seeks its match and finds it in him. Red and tumultuous, hot and painful it engulfs us. The flames lick and eat and take their fill. The eager coals smolder and deprive me of all my air.
I pant and rut. His fire turns me on a spit. Every basted bit is lashed by his words and his tongue. No reason allows me succor. My thoughts, my being, the primordial spark of me bends to him.
He fears losing control. I can’t help him with that. All my heart and morbid desires want him to lose himself and break me. Each speck of glorious light I sense in him is answered with a raging wildfire.
Heaven help me, he called me an angel. But all I want is to grovel at his feet, to debase myself completely. The fiber of my mind crackles in the viscous lava of my subservience to him.
Please, I beg of you, destroy all meaning. Tear my walls and protections from me. His voice stirs wicked desires. His dirty words bind me to him for all eternity. I fall deeper into the abyss gladly.
Daddy and I are in the midst of a fire storm of lust. Lust is ephemeral, it ebbs and flows naturally but right now it is hot and palpable between us. We are three days into some intense connection with no signs of a slow down.
Today we ran errands and had lunch. We just returned and while he used the bathroom, I enjoyed a little rest on the bed checking up on social media. I’m dressed for Daddy today. I have on black tights that have a sexy cross stitch up the leg, a black body suit with a low cut V-neck and a tiny Minnie Mouse skirt of polka dots.
He told me he’d be going out to enjoy a cigar and that we’d nap afterwards in preparation for our evening. Relaxed and easy, I thought. Until he started feeling my ass and thighs through the leggings. He ran his hands over the slinky material then his teeth sank into my ass. Damn, he drives me insane with need. He bit and moved, bit and moved, the material of the leggings doing nothing to impede him or his teeth from making contact with my tender ass. When he bit the sensitive meridian between ass and thigh I clearly yelped. My body and mind reacted to him in a rush.
His hands moved up my back, pushing me into the bed. Over and over, he pushed me down. It felt divine. I love him manhandling me. He grabbed my hair at the back of my head and yanked me up from the bed. “You are a Goddess. You turn me on. You will take this energy and write for me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, yes Daddy. I will.”
“Yes, you will.” He pulled down my pants and unsnapped the body suit. His fingers pushed into my sex. Damn, he sends wildfire through me with his touch. He pumped his finger into my sex and then tasted my juices on him. “Here, you need to taste this too.” His finger plunged in me again and was then presented to my lips. I suckled as commanded.
He pulled down his jeans, he was standing near the bed. He took a handful of my hair and pushed me towards him. My lips wrapped around the dripping head of his cock. I tasted him and moaned. I tasted us together and ached to keep sucking him. He pulled away from me then. “I’ll be back in a hour. Write.”
Before we had anal sex that morning he had me on my back and had his cock buried deep inside my pussy. My legs were wrapped around him and we were moving slowly. I was so happy to see him, be with him. I felt giddy at our love and that we had come out of our first open relationship test so strongly. Granted he’s done this before with his past wife but I haven’t. This lifestyle is completely new to me. All the feelings are mixed up and being felt for the first time on my side. I was in awe of him and of us. How completely phenomenal to be able to have a life like this.
He took out the Hitachi and at first I cringed. I have a love hate relationship with that thing. I love that it helps me come for him. I hate that I have no control and it is so strong that it rips them out of me. I’m pretty sure it’s a sadistic pleasure for him that I love and hate it. While he was buried deep inside me he put the Hitachi on my clit and turned it on low. The vibration began to work its magic. He already had me so hot that it did not take long this time. He moved inside me very slowly.
“I want you to come for me.” I nodded. I wanted to come for him just as badly. I love giving him want he wants. I felt the telltale signs of my body tightening up. He kept fucking me slowly, not interfering with the vibrations. His voice seduced me as he talked propelling me towards the orgasm. Oh so swiftly my body rocked and bucked as I came.
“Oh yeah, squeeze me baby. I can feel it. Yessss.” His cock was in me while I came so he was getting gripped by my convulsions. After the convulsions slowed I thought he’d take the Hitachi away but he didn’t. I was so sensitive and still so turned on that in a few moments I felt it rocket me to orgasm again. Finally, he turned the thing on high and one last time I gripped his cock with my inner muscles. It was mind blowing how he pulled that out of me. His words whispered to me and the vibrations rolling over me as his cock filled me was a magic combination.
After this and the marathon anal sex, we were all but exhausted and laying on the bed next to each other. Daddy was saying how famished he was and what a terrible girlfriend I was to deny him food for marathon sex. He was joking of course but I know he had to be starving. I was laying against him on my stomach as we talked and basked in the glow. He ran his hands up and down my back, over my ass cheeks and down my thighs while we talked. It felt divine. I felt punch drunk in love with him right then. The masses of endorphins rushing through us had us both on such a high. I can’t tell you how incredible his stroking fingers felt. We were in a love bubble and didn’t want it to end.
Up and back his fingers caressed and tickled my skin. He was telling me how much passion he felt with me and how sexy I was. The stuff that makes every woman beam with joy. The thing about Mr. D is he is so genuine. He is gifted at flattery but he is telling the truth and it shows. He truly feels what he says and it sends me completely off the planet to hear it. Soon I had the tingling of desire for him again. I kissed him with all the passion I felt for him and he responded in kind. He rolled me over and slid his cock inside me. He had fucked every hole so thoroughly that morning. When he thrust inside my pussy again it felt like he was deeper than he’d ever been before. I wrapped my body around his and he thrust over and over with an incredible strength. I felt like he was plowing me right into the bed. I was so well used by then though that I wanted every strong thrust he had to give. I was in complete abandon and felt him matching me with all the passion he had. Finally with a great grunting moan he blasted his come far up inside me. It was the perfect end to our marathon of fervent fucking and reconnection.
As we recovered he said, “No cuddling for you. If you come back over here we’ll never get food and I’ll die here.” I laughed and knew we were done for that day. We went to breakfast even though it was already 1pm in the afternoon. I felt so drunk with love the rest of the day. After two years, the incredible connection we have is still alive and strong.
It was Sunday. We had our weekend together and it was nice. He practiced golf with the boys. I grocery shopped, we went to the gym…basic stuff, relaxing regular life. The Wednesday before, we had played and he had tried anal. I begged out of it. Daddy is quite well endowed. Not only is he long, he is also very girthy. The length is not an issue for anal sex but the girth…that is a whole other thing.
It has taken me a long while to get prepared for him. But I am now and occasionally we do have anal sex. That Wednesday I was not in the right place to have anal sex. I have to relax completely and he has to spend time working me back there to get me ready. That particular night I couldn’t relax at all and we were rushed because it was a weeknight. I felt badly for stopping him but I was so tense and he was going to hurt me if I hadn’t have stopped him.
So, by the weekend, I really wanted to make it up to him. He had taunted me with it on Saturday saying he wouldn’t then but soon. On Sunday it was really on my mind to say yes. I was between his legs sucking his cock. He looked down at me and caught my attention. “Tonight you will be used for my pleasure. Prepare yourself for the darkness. Tonight you have no choice. I will use every hole you have. Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy.” I love when he chooses to use me for himself. There is something so hot about being used. I’m his slut in those moments. I am there to fulfill his need, nothing more. It sends me to some dark place of my own. All I want is to please him, to give him everything he asks for, to do his bidding no matter how base and depraved it could be. I love the sacrifice.
After I sucked him and he filled my throat with his bulbous cock head, he turned me over on my side. His cock slid in my sex and his fingers filled my ass. Slowly at first, his finger loosened my tight little back hole. The more he fucked me the more I wanted him in the ass.
“Please fuck my ass Daddy. I want you to fill me there.” He got out the Hitachi and put it between my legs. It began to vibrate my clit and put me in a different place. One where the pleasure governed and the pain meant nothing.
“Bend your legs up baby girl.” I curled into a fetal position like he asked. I wasn’t sure of this position, I was thinking he’d take me in our usual position. Typically, when he wants my ass, he puts me on my side with one leg between his and the other bent up towards my chest. Tonight though, he wanted both legs up. He worked his fingers inside me with lube and slow strokes. I was talking to him I think.
“Yes Daddy, please fuck my ass. I want you deep inside me. I want you filling me there.” The Hitachi was making my clit throb and jump from the constant vibration. I wanted him badly now. He bent down behind me and pushed his blunt cock into my ass. I relaxed as he commanded but I always balk right when he pushes in the first time. I just know I’m going to tear wide open. I feel him push in and it’s fine until he gets to his widest girth. Then I start to panic. I breath fast and hope and pray that I don’t tear. But then he’s through and buried deep inside my ass. When he starts to move, I moan involuntarily. My body is his in that moment. I have no control over myself. I moan like some wild animal and I say things to him. I’m not sure what exactly except it’s along the lines of babbling, “Daddy, daddy, daddy, god yes, please, yes.” Or some equally brilliant prose.
“What am I doing baby girl?” He thrusts deeper and faster now. My body has only slightly given way to him. I have to stay completely relaxed or the pain will come again. The Hitachi serves to distract me as I begin to climb the wave of an orgasm.
“You’re fucking my ass Daddy.”
“Whose ass?” Crap.
“Yours Daddy. It’s yours, it belongs to you.”
“Damned right it does.” He thrusts and thrusts again while my body stretches to give in to his will in this onslaught.
“What do you want slut?” Oh god, want do I want? I can’t think! I’m so close to coming and he’s pumping into me so hard and fast now.
“Fill my ass, yes, that’s it Daddy. Please fill my ass.” A moment, maybe two pass as he thrusts deeper and harder then I hear him yell out.
“Come with me baby girl.” His body shuddered and he injected his hot load into me.
That was a much, much better way to finish our anal play.
A couple weeks ago we stayed at a hotel down in San Diego to visit some friends. Mr. D brought his toy bag so we could play in the room after we were done visiting. Once it was dark, he turned off all the lights in the room so we couldn’t be seen from outside the room. He opened the balcony door and said, “Put your hands on the bannister.” I was naked and as I reached out to grab the bannister, I could see down to the pool 15 floors below. I was grateful there wasn’t anyone done there. Daddy is the exhibitionist, not me. Well, sometimes, but right then I had a ball of nerves in my stomach as I looked out at the view. Who was out there? What could they see? My feet were inside on the carpet as Daddy commanded so my back was completely horizontal with my breasts swaying in the cool air. He began to warm me up with the flogger on the back of my thighs. The stance was just wide enough to be outside of comfortable. The slider tacks were hard on my feet so that wasn’t changing. Daddy checked in with me when he noticed me fidgeting.
We tried a couple adjustments but nothing worked. “Come on in.” He said and I breathed a sigh of relief. No more balcony tonight. He put the hotel’s wing chair in front of the window. “Kneel.” I mounted the chair on my knees. My arms braced on the arm rests with my feet and my ass hanging off the chair. This was perfect. “Damn, you are hot as fuck.” I heard him say. I love how he admires and appreciates my curves. He began flogging me again. The sting of the falls bit into my skin and I flinched. I could feel the wind from the flogger swish over me right before each contact. I moaned and winced but did my best to fall into the rhythm.
He stopped flogging me and his hand caressed my ass. His fingers reached underneath me and pushed into my pussy. He worked them deep inside and my wetness flowed. He pushed himself up against my body and his cock nosed my pussy and asshole. The height of the chair was challenging for this. He fucked mey pussy for a few strokes but the angle kept getting in our way. I was trapped by the limits of the chair so there wasn’t much I could do to help. He returned to flogging me. There were several glancing blows to my ass and then he landed some solid hits to my hips on each side. The sting and the following heat warmed me. In this position, I gripped the armrests tightly and arched my back more as he beat me. He worked the flogger up my back and the hits got harder and more stingy.
We had visited a sex store in the area that afternoon and Daddy purchased a new toy. It has dozens of silicon strings as falls that are bound to a handle. He decided to try out his new toy. He paused and picked up the toy. At first, it was silky and felt ticklish as the silicon raked across my skin. Then he picked up the pace and the stingy sensations came in. We both liked the new toy. He said it wasn’t as flexible as the old whippy toy that it replaced but we were still happy with it.
When he released me from the chair, I rose slowly. That position of kneeling for a while had put my feet to sleep so I moved gingerly to the bed. When I laid down I could feel all sorts of pin pricks in my back and my ass. Daddy had done quite a job on me…even more than I realized. He mounted the bed between my legs. I wanted him very much. When he stopped to bury his face in my pussy, I was torn. I wanted cock. I was hot and ready for it. But then his tongue went to work. I jumped out of my skin, the feelings he gave me were so intense. I clawed at his back as the intensity of his mouth on my clit grew. Soon, I was begging him. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.” I wanted him buried in me. He let me wallow in need a while longer then finally put his full weight on me. I was so ready.
I was beyond needy for him at that point. But he wasn’t putting it in. “I can’t, I’m not ready.” My hands were caressing him. My body arching towards him yet still he wasn’t entering me. I hadn’t heard him. I looked up at him. “I’m not hard baby girl.” Finally, it sunk in. For whatever reason, he wasn’t ready. When he first said something, I thought he was teasing me and didn’t pay attention. He had been ribbing me and teasing me all day with word riddles and I thought he was doing that again.
“Sweetie, we go through a huge range of emotions in every session.” We do. Every session we have is intense in different ways. Tonight, his ebb and flow was different than normal. We stopped and took a breath for a very few minutes. He stayed between my legs and we kissed. I was about to change position when he pinned me to the bed.
“Stay right there.” Just as suddenly as we had stopped, we started again. In that short period of a breath, he was back in the game. He thrust inside me and I wrapped my legs around him. The tingles of pain from the flogging added to the sensations he gave me while fucking me. Afterwards, he made me turn over so he could see his handy work. There were some pretty good marks on my ass.
Play can be amazing even if you have a few foibles during the course of the evening. We’re human. As long as we both have a sense of humor and relax, it is fun no matter what happens. I do my best to write the truth. I’m writing our sexual lives, not erotica. I hope you enjoy our fun and maybe learn from our trials. I know I do.
Enigmatic Amor 