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On a private beach at night with a full moon and thunderstorms on the horizon.

I'm not really into romance novels, but that was a bad ass experience. Sex in public is always the best :)

now it's your turn........
 
cruising down hwy 1, early at night, girl becomes so worked up she mounts me while i am driving.. problem being it was an iroc and she wouldn't get off.. or rather she wouldn't stop....

another

she was going down on me, very pleasant, but she got so turned on she forced her self on me... i said no, and no means no doesn't it??

another

cruise ship.. in the sauna, steam, hot rocks oh the heat..
 
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.
 
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.

Wow. That sounds like a movie...
 
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.

wow.....just wow.
 
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.

holy crap bro.... i dont even know what to say to that...
 
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.

i like your story :cool:
 
:)
well? tell yours.

well, i wont go into detail but........
i had been waiting to meet this woman for a year. I knew she was beautiful but had no idea how much until i walked down the concourse at the airport to see her standing there. We couldn't keep our hands off each other during the drive to the Hotel. Within 10 seconds of entering our room I laid her down and it was the most intense session I had ever had. We climaxed together several times and she woke me up in the middle of the night with the best wake up call a man could ever ask for :)
Then we had the most amazing weekend together doing things that I had always dreamed of.
 
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.

Wow...they should literally make a movie about this...This story is just mind blowing, i dont even know what to say.
 
Do tell....

Dear 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-
 
I was once fixing a computer at a titty bar. The manager gave me a few drinks so I stayed hangin out for a few minutes. A hawt blonde approached me, I said you're fuckin hawt, she said you're hawt too, then she said you wanna fuck?, I said fuck yeah, and we went to her place and fucked the crap out of each other. I love the South. :) Oh, and I came on her face.
 
Lot a peeps here should be righting erotica...

negative

its too much for humans

Oh I'm not ur regular human girl :evil:


Dear 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-
LOL :stilleto:
 
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


I don't even know what to say.
It started off good...
 
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

Moral of the story: fondle b4 fucking :worried:
 
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.

exactly as i remembered it...kinda..
 
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

You promised me you wouldn't tell.:confused:
 
On Tuesday night I got "going away" sex... best ever, mind blowing.... gotta wai a couple of months for "seeing u again" sex :evil:
 
You sound like what Imay potentially turn into in a couple of years... :worried: you may want to check out the ML forums on ivillage..... ur not alone...
 
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I fucked an 18 yr old pink haired Goth Chic with a smokin body In the Loony bin after a drug over dose.I would tell the story again but its already in a thread somewhere.I'll never forget the nurses pulling her off me after she snuck in for another round and got busted.The Staff started telling us to stop I didnt even miss a stroke until they demounted her.All the way down down the hallway she was screaming Gimmee my fuckin birthcontrol!!!
 
LOL, I can't type well enough to write one like UW and others. I can give you some ideas, funny it has to do with a Puerto Rican chic, what's up with that?

I was in Cancun, at the Condessa if any of yall have stayed there. Big resort, shaped in a U, pools in the center. I had been looking at these chicks, drinking, talking to everyone, trying to have a conversation with some Italian guys but wasn't getting to far, they spoke about as much English as I did Italian. I heard a girl say, "they're asking you where your going out to party tonight", when i turned around, this very beautiful PR chic was standing there. I'll describe her, 5'4', 115, long waist length wavy cold black hair, green eyes, about 34 small C breasts, smile to light up the western hemisphere. She was from NY, spoke native spanish so that's why she could pick up what the guys were trying to ask. She stayed and acted as our interpreter, so she and her friend, joined the party. As usual, drinks were flowing, blow was blowing, she and I just clicked as they say. I really enjoyed her company, and I think she mine. We stayed at the pool till it was getting time to get ready to go change and go into town to party. I walked her to her door and was making plans to meet at a club, we stared in each others eyes, and she gave me a nice peck on the lips and a devilish grin, then shut the door. I walked to my room, started to undress and then said to myself, "I really think that I should go back and kiss that woman like I wanted to, make sure she's really going to go through with meeting me as planned, and cement the whole thing", so i did. I went back, "Knock, knock, knock", she answered the door, kinda questioning. I put my arms out, took her face in my hands and kissed her with enough passion that birds and tweeting sounds, harps and shit could be heard all over the island. I held her close to me and whispered', "I'm not ready to leave you yet", and she led me into her room. Her roommate was there, we just looked at her and she layed don on the other bed, her back to us. We sat on the bed for a minute and kissed, then I let her down on the bed. I took her bathing suit off her suntanned shoulders and kissed my way to her chest. She was starting to get very excited and was helping me remove her bathing suit. I LOVE to eat pussy, crave it, savor it, need it. I had her shoulders over mine and was doing the best job that I could do. I have some decent moves I think. Within a short time she was gasping for air, moaning, saying realy sexy things to me, some in Spanish, that was really sexy. Remember the roommate? We both looked over there, she was watching us in the floor mirror, fingering herself and moaning, and cumming.
She had recovered from my "toungue lashing" and was ready to show me what she could do. It was fairly conventional, she on top, but with enough raw sexual energy that those times are few and far between. We had sex, no, we fucked each other, hard. We had sweaty, sexy sex, not ofr too long, less than an hour, but, DAMN, it was hawt! Then, I did go get changed, and she did meet me at a club. She wore what i would assume was her sexyest little black dress. We danced, salsa, even though I never had done that. I felt like freaking Ricky Martin or something. Yall would have been proud of this country boy.
We went back to the hotel at about 4 am or so. We walked down to the pool area and sat with our feet in the water. We're both still dressed, we kiss, talk, hold, kiss, nuzzle, smooch and generally have mental sex. I look up and she's sllipping out of her dress, remind you that the pool is in the middle of 1100 rooms, she gets in the water with only her tiny thong. I'm lookng stupid, starting to stumble, hell, i can't get MY clothes off fast enough! lol we find a waterfall and get under it, her body next to mine, cool water, hot skin, just yummy. Standing there, she put me inside her, we moved slightly back and forth and just enjoyed the moment, the feeling. As we started to get more excited, we needed to find a place wher she could sit. I found a in-pool swim up table, and she layeed back on that. he rhips were just out of the water and that was good for positioning. I pushed myself deep inside her, she just melted. We were one soul, one heart, fixated on eachother. It was shear extacy. She and i both came so hard that to think that someone wasn't watching would be foolish, but I didn't see any one. We took each other over and over till the sun started to rise. As the sun was coming up, we pulled a lounge chair to the waters edge. She layed back, both of us still completely nekkid, and I put my hardon inside her as we relaxed on top of each other. We covered with beach towles we found by the chairs. Exhausted, we both fell asleep in each others arms, on the beach in Cancun.

It was very special, her name was Yvette. I saw her a few more times and we just couldn't bridge the 2000k mile gap from NY to TX.
 
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.

I didn't know I liked to write erotica either, I just tell my stories. UW, I'm quite a bit older than you, some of the stories I have are pre HIV/AIDS. Would I not use one now, no way in hell.

You want another story or NOT!? LOL I have a million of them. Tell me what kind of story you want, MMF, MFF, public, a love story again, What would you like to hear... :-)

I wrote one a while ago about a fine-ass girl I met and she took me home, she was really into knives. It was another "all time favorite" of mine. I wrote it under my original SN, I got alot of feedback on that one.... I'll see if I can find it and post the link, it's lengthy.


TxB
 
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.....
 
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.....

Thanks Righty for pointing out this was pre-HIV and that you would use one. Yes, that makes me feel better.

Yes, Nans, I'm a walking public service announcement. So what? I'm just trying to save lives, be a HERO maybe. And what did it cost you? I few seconds of your time. I think that's worth it. The fastest group of people getting HIV are married women, after the married men who cheated on them, or the women got HIV on their own. That's not been pointed out.

Also, the new statistics in the U.S. are that 1 in 4 young people today will get an STD by the time they're 25. Yes, some do, and some don't. 3 out of 4 apparently don't. Let's talk about the other quarter of peopel...

You are blessed to not have had my stupidity in being too trusting and too, let's say, "adventurous". But, the disregard for the risks was just astounding to me in what I witnessed/experienced. It's down right SCARY. Yes, some of this is my own need to forgive myself and I feel a sense of purpose in helping other people to stop being stupid.

Hey, I'm just trying to continue setting the tone that safe sex is not just for OCD people. The high rate of STDs in the U.S. among the yunguns is very real and apparently continuing b/c it's not in conversation enough. Everyone likes to talk about sex and not the risks, like they doesn't exist. It's not erotic, romantic, or exciting. And that's the problem- people get lost in fantasy. I've had sex w/Satan and a couple of his demons and lived to tell about it. Every post I write about being safe refering to a post that doesn't mention safe sex in the midst of sex w/strangers is a prayer... Ok, ok, I'll TRY to pray in silence.
 
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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.
 
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....
 
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....

yeah... nothing good is going to come of that behavior, but it sounds like her advice might be a cry for help in disguise.
 
yeah... nothing good is going to come of that behavior, but it sounds like her advice might be a cry for help in disguise.
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 it :lmao:
 
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