My friends always wanted me to tell the time I was a slut. Have not shared it with them but today I will talk about it here.
So in 2008, I was in a one - year relationship with my bf (let's call him number 1 bf) Yea fucked a lot. Almost every day. Beside him I had one other bf in uni (number 2) another one in different city who had started off as a online fling(bf number 3). Before summer that year, I only had sex with the bf #1, the other two were more about emotional support.
Bf #2 is Italian, super intuitive, and social but weird. Bf #3 is a soccer player, nice long dick, strong and a women pleaser. Bf #1 is sort of a Complex type: he knew I had these romantic interests but refused to acknowledge it in a sense.
By the summer I decided to have a little fun. It was my thing, to go wild in the summer and get back to traditional in the fall. I went to see and lived with bf #3. As I said number #1 bf is a dichotomy, he knew but was in denial because ultimately he's all about that loyalty.
I had the time of my life. That boy was amazing. He went such length to satisfy me, the little things, those details which bf #1 would never pay attention for he was such a macho man, or bf #2 would not give it a time for he was lost in his own imagination. We played out different scenarios, various roles. He was my brother, son, boss, stranger. Gradually the fun got a little too far...
We had our dungeon to play in. It was our private world with its dream and fantasy woven like a nest. He paid to get the finest, most premium material to share this wonderland with me. But then I wanted more. I flirted with his roommates which he wasn't too happy about but flattered, I knew. I purposely let them have a glimpse of our sex life. One time a guy walked in on him going down on me. It happened in the friends room. Bf #3 was a conservative person but I broke the boundary for him. I remember the look on the friends face. He blushed but unable to look away or do anything. He stood there motionless, then walked away...
It escalated. I made noises and be very vocal during sex. Bf #3, fortunate, was also a freak on bed. He had a master bedroom where everyone just hung in there a lot and chill. One night I stripper him down and blew him in front of people. They were watching tv, some were listening to music. They stopped...there was something hypnotic about the scene. Perhaps it happened so naturally. It was the tension in the atmosphere. And then people had all kinds of reasons to come in our room.
I had the temptation to have sex with some of the roommates but I saved for the best.
It was when my cousin came to visit. And that's the reason I moved to bf number 3' s house. I knew only then I could pull it off like how I had planned.
Until next time, stay sexy my people
So in 2008, I was in a one - year relationship with my bf (let's call him number 1 bf) Yea fucked a lot. Almost every day. Beside him I had one other bf in uni (number 2) another one in different city who had started off as a online fling(bf number 3). Before summer that year, I only had sex with the bf #1, the other two were more about emotional support.
Bf #2 is Italian, super intuitive, and social but weird. Bf #3 is a soccer player, nice long dick, strong and a women pleaser. Bf #1 is sort of a Complex type: he knew I had these romantic interests but refused to acknowledge it in a sense.
By the summer I decided to have a little fun. It was my thing, to go wild in the summer and get back to traditional in the fall. I went to see and lived with bf #3. As I said number #1 bf is a dichotomy, he knew but was in denial because ultimately he's all about that loyalty.
I had the time of my life. That boy was amazing. He went such length to satisfy me, the little things, those details which bf #1 would never pay attention for he was such a macho man, or bf #2 would not give it a time for he was lost in his own imagination. We played out different scenarios, various roles. He was my brother, son, boss, stranger. Gradually the fun got a little too far...
We had our dungeon to play in. It was our private world with its dream and fantasy woven like a nest. He paid to get the finest, most premium material to share this wonderland with me. But then I wanted more. I flirted with his roommates which he wasn't too happy about but flattered, I knew. I purposely let them have a glimpse of our sex life. One time a guy walked in on him going down on me. It happened in the friends room. Bf #3 was a conservative person but I broke the boundary for him. I remember the look on the friends face. He blushed but unable to look away or do anything. He stood there motionless, then walked away...
It escalated. I made noises and be very vocal during sex. Bf #3, fortunate, was also a freak on bed. He had a master bedroom where everyone just hung in there a lot and chill. One night I stripper him down and blew him in front of people. They were watching tv, some were listening to music. They stopped...there was something hypnotic about the scene. Perhaps it happened so naturally. It was the tension in the atmosphere. And then people had all kinds of reasons to come in our room.
I had the temptation to have sex with some of the roommates but I saved for the best.
It was when my cousin came to visit. And that's the reason I moved to bf number 3' s house. I knew only then I could pull it off like how I had planned.
Until next time, stay sexy my people