MrNiceGuy22
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Growing up in a conservative family, Damian had some mixed feelings about his sexual desires. Though it took some time for him to come to terms with it, Damian knew he was bisexual. He liked cock. Maybe not men. But he knew, at least part of him, longed for a hard throbbing cock to split his lips and anus.
Damian was 22. He didn't go to college because he had a rather large inheritance that allowed him to spend the majority of his time in a sunny beach home in Southern California. He couldn't find solace in working towards what he already had.
This being said, Damian, not only being wealthy, but standing six feet tall, built, with symmetrical facial features and flowing dark hair, he had no problems attracting women. He got more than few stares when he stepped out of his Tesla Model T in his typical italian garb.
Though he found no problem attracting women, he found trouble in his sexual relations with them. Not that he couldn't keep his cock hard, he just found himself growing bored sleeping with different women. He wasn't a man who could take comfort in the number of women he slept with. The sex, though better with some women than with others, nonetheless was similar from lover to lover. Perhaps, he thought for a while, he hadn't found the right chemistry.
But then he met Lacey. He could remember vividly the first time he saw her. Flowing hair, body curvaceous. It was completely by chance he had the pleasure of meeting her: his previous date, an older, married woman, decided her guilt would override any pleasure she would receive from a hook-up with Damian. So as he sat there, lonely at the bar of the restaurant, seeing Lacey brightened up his night. And the relationship that would unfurl was one Damian would recollect as being possibly his most pleasant.
Not only did they share similar interests and a similar sense of humor, but Lacey embodied the confident characteristics of a woman capable of thinking for herself. She was an independent woman, and that was what Damian found most attractive about her. However, as with previous lovers, Damian felt something was missing from their sex-life. And what he found interesting was that he used to never look at porn when he would date women he had regular sexual activity with. However, a Damian grew older, he found himself to be more and more frequently looking at bisexual pornography. Sometimes, hours after having sexual intercourse with Lacey, he would find himself watching porn as various as transexuals to cuckolding. However, one thing was always commonplace, there was always something of cock-on-cock present.
Damian sometimes felt guilty. What, he would often recollect, if it gets to the point where I no longer can pleasure Lacey to the fullest of my potential. Is that fair to Lacey? Moreover, will she stay with me? As tonight marked their six-month anniversary and things were beginning to grow more serious, Damian had some lingering questions he felt, as a responsible adult, he should bring up to the woman he was seeing. They had a nice dinner reservation set up for tonight. Perhaps, either at the restaurant or after they returned to Damians home and began to have some fun, as he was sure they would, it would be a good time for him to address some of these concerns, he thought.
Damian was 22. He didn't go to college because he had a rather large inheritance that allowed him to spend the majority of his time in a sunny beach home in Southern California. He couldn't find solace in working towards what he already had.
This being said, Damian, not only being wealthy, but standing six feet tall, built, with symmetrical facial features and flowing dark hair, he had no problems attracting women. He got more than few stares when he stepped out of his Tesla Model T in his typical italian garb.
Though he found no problem attracting women, he found trouble in his sexual relations with them. Not that he couldn't keep his cock hard, he just found himself growing bored sleeping with different women. He wasn't a man who could take comfort in the number of women he slept with. The sex, though better with some women than with others, nonetheless was similar from lover to lover. Perhaps, he thought for a while, he hadn't found the right chemistry.
But then he met Lacey. He could remember vividly the first time he saw her. Flowing hair, body curvaceous. It was completely by chance he had the pleasure of meeting her: his previous date, an older, married woman, decided her guilt would override any pleasure she would receive from a hook-up with Damian. So as he sat there, lonely at the bar of the restaurant, seeing Lacey brightened up his night. And the relationship that would unfurl was one Damian would recollect as being possibly his most pleasant.
Not only did they share similar interests and a similar sense of humor, but Lacey embodied the confident characteristics of a woman capable of thinking for herself. She was an independent woman, and that was what Damian found most attractive about her. However, as with previous lovers, Damian felt something was missing from their sex-life. And what he found interesting was that he used to never look at porn when he would date women he had regular sexual activity with. However, a Damian grew older, he found himself to be more and more frequently looking at bisexual pornography. Sometimes, hours after having sexual intercourse with Lacey, he would find himself watching porn as various as transexuals to cuckolding. However, one thing was always commonplace, there was always something of cock-on-cock present.
Damian sometimes felt guilty. What, he would often recollect, if it gets to the point where I no longer can pleasure Lacey to the fullest of my potential. Is that fair to Lacey? Moreover, will she stay with me? As tonight marked their six-month anniversary and things were beginning to grow more serious, Damian had some lingering questions he felt, as a responsible adult, he should bring up to the woman he was seeing. They had a nice dinner reservation set up for tonight. Perhaps, either at the restaurant or after they returned to Damians home and began to have some fun, as he was sure they would, it would be a good time for him to address some of these concerns, he thought.