It was in the late '80's in 'Lauderdale. I had been divorced from my first wife about a year and had just returned fro a 6 month "sabatical" in Cozumel Mexico running a dive boat for a fiend of mine from Houston. I was headed up 95 on a winter afternoon late. It was raining so hard that the animals were starting to pair off and get in line.
As I approached my exit I saw a dis-abled car on the side with a rain soaked young woman trying to change a tire. I pulled in behind her and asked if I could help. She looked up at me with a smile and said with a brittish accent "Please Sir?" I was done right there...5'-6"...125...wearing a trench coat. She could have been Catherine Zeta Jones stunt double. Her spare was garbage so I offered to takr her to a phone...we didn't have cell phones yet. I told her my house was right around the corner and we could dry off there. We pulled into the garage and before I got the car stopped we looked at each other. I pushed the close button for the door and invited her in. We walked in the house and I got a good look at her...what a doll. I shwed her to the phone and she made a few calls and told me that she couldn't reach any of her friends so I invited her to hang out a while untill the weather cleared and we would take care of the car then. I showed her a bathroom and towels and she asked if it was ok for her to shower. DUH!! She came into the family room after she showered wearing the trench coat holding a wad of wet clothes. I offered to wash her things and she said she would do it. I showed her where everything was and she took care of it. I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sat down next to me. I had poured to glasses of wine and was listening to some smooth jazz. She looked up at me...bit her lower lip and said "Now what?" I looked at her and saw that "look" in her eyes. I pulled her to me and we went at it. All over the house...all night....the absolute best.
We lived together for 3 years and were like all over each other all of the time. She was a super girl. She loved boating, fishing and diving. We worked out together and went to the Bahamas in my boat 3~4 times a year. She was in the US on a work Visa and I listed her as an employee of my business. She had to go back to the UK periodicaly to re-up her visa and we went together a few times. It was great. We were engaged and started planning our wedding and she was called home due to a family emergency....she called from London and said she was comming back in a few days...I never heard from her again. I went to England 4 times looking but never found her.
Took me a year to get over that one. Years have passed and I met another wonderful girl and married her 15 years ago. As the years have passed I sometimes have wondered what happened....untill last month. I got a card on my birthday post marked Nassau. It simply said "Still thinking of and missing you...M." Her name is Michelle and the note was her hand writting. I tucked that card away at my brothers house and am trying to forget it...we move on.
I will keep my mouth shut.
It was in the late '80's in 'Lauderdale. I had been divorced from my first wife about a year and had just returned fro a 6 month "sabatical" in Cozumel Mexico running a dive boat for a fiend of mine from Houston. I was headed up 95 on a winter afternoon late. It was raining so hard that the animals were starting to pair off and get in line.
As I approached my exit I saw a dis-abled car on the side with a rain soaked young woman trying to change a tire. I pulled in behind her and asked if I could help. She looked up at me with a smile and said with a brittish accent "Please Sir?" I was done right there...5'-6"...125...wearing a trench coat. She could have been Catherine Zeta Jones stunt double. Her spare was garbage so I offered to takr her to a phone...we didn't have cell phones yet. I told her my house was right around the corner and we could dry off there. We pulled into the garage and before I got the car stopped we looked at each other. I pushed the close button for the door and invited her in. We walked in the house and I got a good look at her...what a doll. I shwed her to the phone and she made a few calls and told me that she couldn't reach any of her friends so I invited her to hang out a while untill the weather cleared and we would take care of the car then. I showed her a bathroom and towels and she asked if it was ok for her to shower. DUH!! She came into the family room after she showered wearing the trench coat holding a wad of wet clothes. I offered to wash her things and she said she would do it. I showed her where everything was and she took care of it. I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sat down next to me. I had poured to glasses of wine and was listening to some smooth jazz. She looked up at me...bit her lower lip and said "Now what?" I looked at her and saw that "look" in her eyes. I pulled her to me and we went at it. All over the house...all night....the absolute best.
We lived together for 3 years and were like all over each other all of the time. She was a super girl. She loved boating, fishing and diving. We worked out together and went to the Bahamas in my boat 3~4 times a year. She was in the US on a work Visa and I listed her as an employee of my business. She had to go back to the UK periodicaly to re-up her visa and we went together a few times. It was great. We were engaged and started planning our wedding and she was called home due to a family emergency....she called from London and said she was comming back in a few days...I never heard from her again. I went to England 4 times looking but never found her.
Took me a year to get over that one. Years have passed and I met another wonderful girl and married her 15 years ago. As the years have passed I sometimes have wondered what happened....untill last month. I got a card on my birthday post marked Nassau. It simply said "Still thinking of and missing you...M." Her name is Michelle and the note was her hand writting. I tucked that card away at my brothers house and am trying to forget it...we move on.
It was in the late '80's in 'Lauderdale. I had been divorced from my first wife about a year and had just returned fro a 6 month "sabatical" in Cozumel Mexico running a dive boat for a fiend of mine from Houston. I was headed up 95 on a winter afternoon late. It was raining so hard that the animals were starting to pair off and get in line.
As I approached my exit I saw a dis-abled car on the side with a rain soaked young woman trying to change a tire. I pulled in behind her and asked if I could help. She looked up at me with a smile and said with a brittish accent "Please Sir?" I was done right there...5'-6"...125...wearing a trench coat. She could have been Catherine Zeta Jones stunt double. Her spare was garbage so I offered to takr her to a phone...we didn't have cell phones yet. I told her my house was right around the corner and we could dry off there. We pulled into the garage and before I got the car stopped we looked at each other. I pushed the close button for the door and invited her in. We walked in the house and I got a good look at her...what a doll. I shwed her to the phone and she made a few calls and told me that she couldn't reach any of her friends so I invited her to hang out a while untill the weather cleared and we would take care of the car then. I showed her a bathroom and towels and she asked if it was ok for her to shower. DUH!! She came into the family room after she showered wearing the trench coat holding a wad of wet clothes. I offered to wash her things and she said she would do it. I showed her where everything was and she took care of it. I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sat down next to me. I had poured to glasses of wine and was listening to some smooth jazz. She looked up at me...bit her lower lip and said "Now what?" I looked at her and saw that "look" in her eyes. I pulled her to me and we went at it. All over the house...all night....the absolute best.
We lived together for 3 years and were like all over each other all of the time. She was a super girl. She loved boating, fishing and diving. We worked out together and went to the Bahamas in my boat 3~4 times a year. She was in the US on a work Visa and I listed her as an employee of my business. She had to go back to the UK periodicaly to re-up her visa and we went together a few times. It was great. We were engaged and started planning our wedding and she was called home due to a family emergency....she called from London and said she was comming back in a few days...I never heard from her again. I went to England 4 times looking but never found her.
Took me a year to get over that one. Years have passed and I met another wonderful girl and married her 15 years ago. As the years have passed I sometimes have wondered what happened....untill last month. I got a card on my birthday post marked Nassau. It simply said "Still thinking of and missing you...M." Her name is Michelle and the note was her hand writting. I tucked that card away at my brothers house and am trying to forget it...we move on.
hmm. i have a few (same person) but probably the first time with him- we couldn't wait to be with each other. It was the kind of intensity where you can't drive fast enough to get to someplace private.
then as soon as the door shut, we were kissing and i knew i couldn't wait another minute longer. afterwards, i had tears in my eyes from the experience.
in the morning, after a long night of intense sex, i tried convincing him to do it again. he resisted, for a second, and I said okay. then i straddled his lap and opened my shirt. His hands went up and he told me to lay down.
well? tell yours.
It was in the late '80's in 'Lauderdale. I had been divorced from my first wife about a year and had just returned fro a 6 month "sabatical" in Cozumel Mexico running a dive boat for a fiend of mine from Houston. I was headed up 95 on a winter afternoon late. It was raining so hard that the animals were starting to pair off and get in line.
As I approached my exit I saw a dis-abled car on the side with a rain soaked young woman trying to change a tire. I pulled in behind her and asked if I could help. She looked up at me with a smile and said with a brittish accent "Please Sir?" I was done right there...5'-6"...125...wearing a trench coat. She could have been Catherine Zeta Jones stunt double. Her spare was garbage so I offered to takr her to a phone...we didn't have cell phones yet. I told her my house was right around the corner and we could dry off there. We pulled into the garage and before I got the car stopped we looked at each other. I pushed the close button for the door and invited her in. We walked in the house and I got a good look at her...what a doll. I shwed her to the phone and she made a few calls and told me that she couldn't reach any of her friends so I invited her to hang out a while untill the weather cleared and we would take care of the car then. I showed her a bathroom and towels and she asked if it was ok for her to shower. DUH!! She came into the family room after she showered wearing the trench coat holding a wad of wet clothes. I offered to wash her things and she said she would do it. I showed her where everything was and she took care of it. I was sitting on the couch and she came over and sat down next to me. I had poured to glasses of wine and was listening to some smooth jazz. She looked up at me...bit her lower lip and said "Now what?" I looked at her and saw that "look" in her eyes. I pulled her to me and we went at it. All over the house...all night....the absolute best.
We lived together for 3 years and were like all over each other all of the time. She was a super girl. She loved boating, fishing and diving. We worked out together and went to the Bahamas in my boat 3~4 times a year. She was in the US on a work Visa and I listed her as an employee of my business. She had to go back to the UK periodicaly to re-up her visa and we went together a few times. It was great. We were engaged and started planning our wedding and she was called home due to a family emergency....she called from London and said she was comming back in a few days...I never heard from her again. I went to England 4 times looking but never found her.
Took me a year to get over that one. Years have passed and I met another wonderful girl and married her 15 years ago. As the years have passed I sometimes have wondered what happened....untill last month. I got a card on my birthday post marked Nassau. It simply said "Still thinking of and missing you...M." Her name is Michelle and the note was her hand writting. I tucked that card away at my brothers house and am trying to forget it...we move on.
Do tell....i put all of you to shame lamos
Do tell....
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LOLDear Penthouse Forum,
I never thought I would be writing a letter like this but...
It was a dark and stormy night. My doorbel rang, and on my front step was a gorgeous brunette who had obviously been out in the rain for some time.
"Hello kind sir, my name is nanagiggles..."
B-

Well hear goes mine:
I had ended a erlationship with a psycho Ex and I was feeling pretty damn good, lost weight, started excersizing and looked pretty hot, there was a guy I ha a couple of classes with who was incredibly hawt, big broud shoulders, bluest eyes, dreamy face, I was totally into him, he finally asked me out and we went to eat sushi, had some sake and had a great time, on our second date I invited him over and cooked dinner for him, after dinner we listened to some soft music and we started making out, he caresses my breast first gently and then as our breathing got heaevrier his stroke became stronger and stronger until we couldnt hold back anymore, we went into the bedroom were we took eachothers clothes off, when I finally mounted him and started riding him I knew something was wrong, everytime I moved his "manhood" would slide out and I couldnt feel much, so I was gonna give him a blow job when I saw it and thought "where's ur penis, you got robbed!" dude had smallest thing I've ever seen.... then the doorbell rang and my brother came over, I got saved by the bell, never called him back....
THE END
Well hear goes mine:
I had ended a erlationship with a psycho Ex and I was feeling pretty damn good, lost weight, started excersizing and looked pretty hot, there was a guy I ha a couple of classes with who was incredibly hawt, big broud shoulders, bluest eyes, dreamy face, I was totally into him, he finally asked me out and we went to eat sushi, had some sake and had a great time, on our second date I invited him over and cooked dinner for him, after dinner we listened to some soft music and we started making out, he caresses my breast first gently and then as our breathing got heaevrier his stroke became stronger and stronger until we couldnt hold back anymore, we went into the bedroom were we took eachothers clothes off, when I finally mounted him and started riding him I knew something was wrong, everytime I moved his "manhood" would slide out and I couldnt feel much, so I was gonna give him a blow job when I saw it and thought "where's ur penis, you got robbed!" dude had smallest thing I've ever seen.... then the doorbell rang and my brother came over, I got saved by the bell, never called him back....
THE END


hmm. i have a few (same person) but probably the first time with him- we couldn't wait to be with each other. It was the kind of intensity where you can't drive fast enough to get to someplace private.
then as soon as the door shut, we were kissing and i knew i couldn't wait another minute longer. afterwards, i had tears in my eyes from the experience.
in the morning, after a long night of intense sex, i tried convincing him to do it again. he resisted, for a second, and I said okay. then i straddled his lap and opened my shirt. His hands went up and he told me to lay down.
Moral of the story: fondle b4 fucking![]()
Think fish sticks sized....nan, how small was it?

Well hear goes mine:
I had ended a erlationship with a psycho Ex and I was feeling pretty damn good, lost weight, started excersizing and looked pretty hot, there was a guy I ha a couple of classes with who was incredibly hawt, big broud shoulders, bluest eyes, dreamy face, I was totally into him, he finally asked me out and we went to eat sushi, had some sake and had a great time, on our second date I invited him over and cooked dinner for him, after dinner we listened to some soft music and we started making out, he caresses my breast first gently and then as our breathing got heaevrier his stroke became stronger and stronger until we couldnt hold back anymore, we went into the bedroom were we took eachothers clothes off, when I finally mounted him and started riding him I knew something was wrong, everytime I moved his "manhood" would slide out and I couldnt feel much, so I was gonna give him a blow job when I saw it and thought "where's ur penis, you got robbed!" dude had smallest thing I've ever seen.... then the doorbell rang and my brother came over, I got saved by the bell, never called him back....
THE END

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you may want to check out the ML forums on ivillage..... ur not alone...Uh, I see you like to write erotica and build up a story and sorry to ruin the mood, but there was no mention of condoms? No condoms?!! And no one in this effing world has a disease except the ONE OCD guy I happen to sleep with. Sheeesh. I get pissed off every time I hear about people messing around who apparently do it a lot and there's NO condoms? I'm not "underwraps" for just any reason. Please tell me you used protection.... then all else can fall back into place.
Uh, I see you like to write erotica and build up a story and sorry to ruin the mood, but there was no mention of condoms? No condoms?!! And no one in this effing world has a disease except the ONE OCD guy I happen to sleep with. Sheeesh. I get pissed off every time I hear about people messing around who apparently do it a lot and there's NO condoms? I'm not "underwraps" for just any reason. Please tell me you used protection.... then all else can fall back into place.
Stop projecting your life experiences on us, yes it's stupid not to wear a condom, EVERYONE knows this, yes you got an STD for not wearing one, yes a bunch of idiots out there dont use it, some never get a thing, some do, stop it.....
Everyone relax.
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she did get an STD from what she thought "looked" like a clean man, I believe it was chlamidia, and I believe it was one of her many craigslist encounters, Im sure she'll come to confirm or correct....underwraps, do you have ocd, or have you gotten an std from unprotected sex?
this is a serious question and i'm not trying to be nosy. everyone should practice safe sex, but i'm just wondering where your strong feeling emanate from.
she did get an STD from what she thought "looked" like a clean man, I believe it was chlamidia, and I believe it was one of her many craigslist encounters, Im sure she'll come to confirm or correct....
I get that she doesnt want others to go through what she went through but that's not really what this particular thread is for, she can make her own and tell her story (yet again) but obviously coming into a thread with sex stories to nag about not weating a condom is a bit of a buzz kill... and I told her and she doesnt care as long as she "saves people" most people know about STD they just dont care like once upon a time she didnt.... some of us are VERY aware of it and dont touch a ding dong without ityeah... nothing good is going to come of that behavior, but it sounds like her advice might be a cry for help in disguise.

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