The continuing story of lust incest and more between two cousins
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Sorry it's been a while. I've been settling into a new job with a new airline, and I've been too busy to write. That's not to say nothing's been happening though, quite the reverse. Let me tell you about a bus ride.
Moving on to more
My thoughts about playing with men when I was younger and still today
My stupid fucking brother, who I love to pieces is a reckless arsehole! He loves motorbikes, but sadly for him, doesn't have a licence. So, he borrows his mates 1000cc monster and thrashes around our deck on it......only to end up through a dry stone wall, wrapped round a fucking tree. The bike is a write...
So, he's lying on his bed, in plaster from foot to thigh, and from shoulder to hand. And it's his wanking hand too! He can't even take a piss without one of us holding the pee bottle for him.
Last night, it was my turn to play nurse. He needed a pee and I got the bottle ready and positioned his dick in it. Need... » Read more
I'm sorry for the LONG-TELLING of this story...
wanking, edging and tasting
I realize this discussion isn't going to be to everyone's tastes, but for those who enjoy this sort of thing, it is a continuation of my offline correspondence with a SoloTouch member regarding the article I recently posted, "A Rough Time With Terry."
First and "probably" the last time...
Believe it or not my first time Masterbating was when I was 18 and in college.
After receiving compliments about my labia, I felt good about them.
I have a friend in his early 40s who, like me, is married, and enjoys getting together with men from time to time. He likes rough, experimental play, and so do I, although I can also enjoy ordinary, lighter stimulation and as to the rough stuff, I more enjoy giving than getting. Here's what we did the other day:
...That first touch of tongues
follow on experiences from previous story.
After my utterly wonderfully dirty weekend away with my lovely sister, I got to thinking. Behaving like a whore is one thing.....but what about being me for an afternoon?