Where it happened: In an hotel at Brighton
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
When I told Nancy I was going to war, she was afraid she would never see me again. She said she must give herself to me before I left. I was shocked! In those days women were meant to be pure. Nonetheless, I am a man, and I cannot deny I got a hard-on when she made the obscene suggestion that we book into an hotel in brighton as man and wife. I was all the more horrified when she proposed that we both take off all our clothes and actually look at each other, naked. But go to the hotel I did. I recall that it took an age for her to divest herself of all her clothing. when she finally stood before me, naked as the day she was born, I knew I must have her at once. I ripped off my clothes. She gasped when she saw my rampant manhood. I laid her on her back, and plunged in without further ado. she screamed in pain, of course, and bled all over the sheets, but that only inflamed me further, and I thrust evr more deeply into her, my excitement mounting ever higher, until I felt myself pumping my seed into her, my cries of ecstasy drowning out her sobs.
Of course, I insisted that she wash the sheets. Then, when they had dried, I took her once more for luck, although she liked it no better the second time. When I proposed yet another romp some hours later, she said she was too sore, so I took her in the back passage instead.
When I came back from the war, I found, somewhat to my dismay, that she had given herself to several others, and, indeed, had acquired something of a taste for it. I banged her a few times for old times sake, then I met the girl who was to be my wife for sixty-odd years. Bur that is another story…
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