Where it happened: At his sister's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
It was in September of 1992, when I first laid my big brown eyes upon his bedroom blue eyes
when he came slowly walking off of a boat. He was wearing
a pair of tight Levis, and a loose-fitting white T-shirt,
with black leather work boots. He stood about 5’9, and wore
his dark straight hair pulled back into a ponytail.
I was 22 then, and he was three years older than I.
Well, to speed up the story, we met, and kept in touch with
each other by either the phone or letters. Then this year,
one month ago, my mom bought me this here computer, so then
we e-mailed each other.
On October, the 25th, 1996 (me–26; him–29); he surprised
me by showing up at my door. See, he wasn’t from where I am,
which I won’t say, but he is from Los Angeles, anyway, there
he was at my door, and asking if I would show him around
town; he just arrived, and he is going to visit his sister
and her husband. So I agreed to go with him. He was Damn
Good Looking. How could I not refers?
Earlier, before he came to town, and we were just writing to
each other, I told my best friend, she was not a virgin, so
she gave me so many ways of “doing it” that my head Hurt!
One ideal I was willing to try, so I was already planned to
do this. Which was when he would be driving his Forerunner,
I would lean over and begin to suck his cock.
But, to my surprise, he asked me to take over the driving; he
was getting a little tired. Well, I knew that something was
“UP.” But I did as he said. And, lo-and-behold, if he did
not lean over, and slid my thin sun dress up pass my knees,
and thieghs, and eat me as I was driving down the interstate.
Boy, I bet the truck drivers got a “sight.”
We finally arrived at his sister’s home, and I had my book
agent to meet me there, (Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, I
am also a bookwriter, but this story is True, not fiction).
Well, anyway, to hurry things up, my agent told me that my
short story was sold. I was more than excited. So excited
that I bought “everybody” (his sister and her husband; my
agent, and myself and him too) some strong liqicker so that
we all could celebrate.
I got topsy on gin, and was lead into his sister’s guest bed
room, where he laid me down gently on the bed, while he
slipped out of his jeans and shirt. He stood before my eyes
with his hardest tool I’d ever seen. Then he slowly walked
over to where I was proped up on some pillows, waiting hungrily
for his manhood to just rip my hyman. I was all wet and ready.
He mounted me like a wonderful stallion, and I could feel
his hard cock between my inner thieghs, just a throbbing.
I could hardly wait. He kissed me passionly hard on my
lips, and stuck his tongue down my throat, which I gladly
accepted.
Aching to be pentrated, and hot with fever, it finally happened.
He pushed through my hyman, and with one thrust he broke
everything that had been there. It felt soooo gooood! Finally,
it was all over, and now I can enjoy having intercourse with-
out the pain that goes with being a “virgin.” For now, I
am not. THANK GOD!
I thought that this would be the last, but he won’t leave
my side. He Is My Soul Mate!!! And We Love Each Other
Dearly. And it could had not be any better than giving
him my gift that I had kept bottled up for 26 years (all my
life).
He was a gentle and kind lover, and knew just what I needed
and wanted. Now he is planning to buy a home here just to
be near me.
I LOVE YOU MICHAEL!!!!!
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