Last night I went out to an extremely familiar place to meet someone I did not know at all. The night went well. I'm laughing. We listened to a band play and we sat in the grass drinking beer. Of course, he has told me by this time that he did serve eight years in prison. I do not buy the reason he was in prison, but my hypersexual alter ego could not help but spend more time with him.
After the band we returned to the bar and drank two more beers. Silly girl I think now. I matched him beer for beer. I felt nothing but manic, ready to get this man alone somehow. Somehow, as I mentioned, I managed to somehow open my mouth and ask if he wanted to go be alone. Of course he said yes!
He is so beautiful. His goatee is cut exactly like Jack Sparrow's. I'm laughing again. His hair is like a lion's mane with eyes matching that of the animal. His arms and torso are covered in tattoos. As his back is also covered, mine is as well. Had we time, I would have kissed every heaving muscle in his body.
My convict was apparently turned on or either he is a great actor. His cock in my mouth and the moans coming from his let me know he enjoyed my company. However. I begin my laughter again. No my laughter is not malevolent, simply inappropriate.
The felonious lover decided he wanted inside my, and I had no qualms with this. What bothered him was something else...
"You did guys up the ass when you were in prison didn't you?"
"Hell no!"
"Then why can't you baby, hmm?"
"Too many beers!"
Oh I begged him not to him me for asking that question, and he swore he would never hit a woman. He did not hit me for asking.
Instead of badgering him about it, I offered him my ass. He was so happy with it! Most men are, but to him I believe it was as a relief that it was not to be sought after but merely offered to him. As if it were reflex he positioned me to HIS liking! Smiling...I told him I would scream. I did but of course I enjoyed it, and called that name of his over and over. When my scream became severe in the beginning, he told me, "It's loosens up, babe, just give it time."
He never came, but he loved being held and I loved holding him. Why did I do it? I was hungry and so was he. Was it dangerous, sexually risky, and naive? I think it was all of those things. I am worried because due to our intoxication we never thought of protection.
I am a married woman. I question whether or not I love my husband, due to the chains he binds me with that allow me not mental stimulation. Regardless, I may be in love with this convict.
Feedback? Any upset? Any primoridal attraction to the idea?
Ciao
After the band we returned to the bar and drank two more beers. Silly girl I think now. I matched him beer for beer. I felt nothing but manic, ready to get this man alone somehow. Somehow, as I mentioned, I managed to somehow open my mouth and ask if he wanted to go be alone. Of course he said yes!
He is so beautiful. His goatee is cut exactly like Jack Sparrow's. I'm laughing again. His hair is like a lion's mane with eyes matching that of the animal. His arms and torso are covered in tattoos. As his back is also covered, mine is as well. Had we time, I would have kissed every heaving muscle in his body.
My convict was apparently turned on or either he is a great actor. His cock in my mouth and the moans coming from his let me know he enjoyed my company. However. I begin my laughter again. No my laughter is not malevolent, simply inappropriate.
The felonious lover decided he wanted inside my, and I had no qualms with this. What bothered him was something else...
"You did guys up the ass when you were in prison didn't you?"
"Hell no!"
"Then why can't you baby, hmm?"
"Too many beers!"
Oh I begged him not to him me for asking that question, and he swore he would never hit a woman. He did not hit me for asking.
Instead of badgering him about it, I offered him my ass. He was so happy with it! Most men are, but to him I believe it was as a relief that it was not to be sought after but merely offered to him. As if it were reflex he positioned me to HIS liking! Smiling...I told him I would scream. I did but of course I enjoyed it, and called that name of his over and over. When my scream became severe in the beginning, he told me, "It's loosens up, babe, just give it time."
He never came, but he loved being held and I loved holding him. Why did I do it? I was hungry and so was he. Was it dangerous, sexually risky, and naive? I think it was all of those things. I am worried because due to our intoxication we never thought of protection.
I am a married woman. I question whether or not I love my husband, due to the chains he binds me with that allow me not mental stimulation. Regardless, I may be in love with this convict.
Feedback? Any upset? Any primoridal attraction to the idea?
Ciao
