mytasteislikecandy
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This is a thread for SweetSiren and myself...feel free to read along....
~Candy
Mandy Akers, 21
5'5, shoulder length dark brown hair, dark green eyes
130 lbs, full breasts and ass, very shapely, not too skinny
Has been dating her boyfriend Marcus for 2 years, he was her first sexually, and has always wanted her to open up, but she's rather shy. On his birthday, he asks her to accompany him to an exotic "club" and she at first refuses, but slowly he wears her down and she agrees to go. This is *that* story....
IC:
I couldn't believe Marcus had convinced me to go with him. This went against everything I'd ever believed in. I didn't like him going at all, but this was his birthday and I knew he had not gone to this club in ages because of me. His friends always went, and came home talking about what had went on, and I could tell Marcus was a bit jealous, but then he'd look at me and smile. I knew he loved me; it wasn't that. Just the fact that some naked chick was rubbing on my man didn't set well with me. Plus, if he thought I was perfect, why did he need to see these half clothed females? Wasn't I enough?
Marcus had taken my virginity the year before, and our sex life was great. For me at least. He was starting to get bored he told me. At first, I was offended and crushed. But then, I realized that most men wouldn't have come to me...they would've found someone else to "break them off", as Marcus and his buddies liked to put it. So I started working on being a bit more creative in the bedroom. I'd used whipped cream, honey, a blindfold...things that my girlfriends had told me to do. But it wasn't enough for him. So, when he asked me to go with him on his 23rd birthday to Club Illusion, I'd reluctantly agreed. If he wanted this that badly, at least I'd be there to chaperone. Nothing could go wrong with me there at least.
I'd dressed carefully that night, in a short black skirt, black corset, and knee high black boots. My hair was up, makeup heavier than I normally wore it. Sighing, I finally ventured into the living room where Marcus and two of his friends were waiting. They hooted and whistled, till I was blushing red, and Marcus finally made them stop.
He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Thank you, love...you're making me so happy doing this." He kissed me gently and then led me to the car...
http://www.fredericks.com/images/7/74186_86_lrg_a_4202.jpg
~Candy
Mandy Akers, 21
5'5, shoulder length dark brown hair, dark green eyes
130 lbs, full breasts and ass, very shapely, not too skinny
Has been dating her boyfriend Marcus for 2 years, he was her first sexually, and has always wanted her to open up, but she's rather shy. On his birthday, he asks her to accompany him to an exotic "club" and she at first refuses, but slowly he wears her down and she agrees to go. This is *that* story....
IC:
I couldn't believe Marcus had convinced me to go with him. This went against everything I'd ever believed in. I didn't like him going at all, but this was his birthday and I knew he had not gone to this club in ages because of me. His friends always went, and came home talking about what had went on, and I could tell Marcus was a bit jealous, but then he'd look at me and smile. I knew he loved me; it wasn't that. Just the fact that some naked chick was rubbing on my man didn't set well with me. Plus, if he thought I was perfect, why did he need to see these half clothed females? Wasn't I enough?
Marcus had taken my virginity the year before, and our sex life was great. For me at least. He was starting to get bored he told me. At first, I was offended and crushed. But then, I realized that most men wouldn't have come to me...they would've found someone else to "break them off", as Marcus and his buddies liked to put it. So I started working on being a bit more creative in the bedroom. I'd used whipped cream, honey, a blindfold...things that my girlfriends had told me to do. But it wasn't enough for him. So, when he asked me to go with him on his 23rd birthday to Club Illusion, I'd reluctantly agreed. If he wanted this that badly, at least I'd be there to chaperone. Nothing could go wrong with me there at least.
I'd dressed carefully that night, in a short black skirt, black corset, and knee high black boots. My hair was up, makeup heavier than I normally wore it. Sighing, I finally ventured into the living room where Marcus and two of his friends were waiting. They hooted and whistled, till I was blushing red, and Marcus finally made them stop.
He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Thank you, love...you're making me so happy doing this." He kissed me gently and then led me to the car...
http://www.fredericks.com/images/7/74186_86_lrg_a_4202.jpg