Eva eine unendliche Geschichte
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Ich bereitete mich auf die Arbeit vor, als ich einige ausgedruckte Seiten auf dem Küchentisch fand, die mein Mann John offenbar, bevor er zur Arbeit gegangen war, liegen gelassen hatte.
Ich nahm mir ein paar Minuten Zeit und las erstaunt die Geschichte einer Frau, die von ihrem Ehemann zu einer sexuellen Begegnung mit unterschiedlichen "Rassen" überredet wurde. Die Ähnlichkeit der Frau mit mir waren zu deutlich, um Zufall zu sein. Obwohl ich es nicht erwartet hätte, war ich kaum überrascht. Er hatte das Thema schon einmal angesprochen. Ich war damals nicht von der Idee begeistert und an diesem Morgen auch nicht.
Beim Abendessen sprach ich das Thema an: „Ich habe die Geschichte gefunden, die du heute Morgen hinterlassen hast. Das hast du wohl auf mich gemünzt. Ich verstehe es nicht. Warum soll ich zum Beispiel Sex mit einem anderen Mann haben. Wenn ein Mann seine Frau liebt, dann würde ich nicht glauben, dass er sie jemals mit einem anderen teilen möchte."
John legte seine Gabel hin: "Versteh mich, Lois, es ist nicht so, dass ich dich nicht liebe. Tatsächlich glaube ich, dass unsere Liebe so stark ist, dass sie weit mehr als der Geschlechtsverkehr ist, den wir haben ist, und deshalb auch von niemandem bedroht werden kann. Wenn ich irgendwelche Zweifel hätte, wäre ich eifersüchtig und beschützerisch. Es wäre für mich einfach unglaublich erotisch, wenn du Sex mit einem schwarzen Mann hättest. Für mich ist das eine große Herausforderung und eine geile Idee, und ich denke, du würdest die Erfahrung mit einem anderen Liebhaber so genießen solange er der Richtige für dich ist. "
Er fuhr fort: "Ich schlage nur vor, dass du darüber nachdenkst. Ich werde dann alles tun, um jemanden zu finden, den du magst. Es liegt ganz bei dir, was passiert, oder ob du ihn überhaupt triffst."
"Tust du das, weil du dich schuldig fühlst, mich betrogen zu haben? Oder suchst du vielleicht nach einer Ausrede für eine eigene Affäre?" fragte ich.
"Nein, ich habe dich nicht betrogen und nein, ich will auch keine Affäre", antwortete er. "Es ist nur so, dass ich den Gedanken an einen schwarzen Mann mit einem großen Schwanz, der mit dir schläft, toll finde."
"Es geht nicht darum, dass du eine andere Geliebte hast?", fuhr ich fort. "Ich selbst bin aber eifersüchtig. Ich denke, eine Ehe ist eine exklusive Beziehung zwischen zwei Menschen, und ich verstehe nicht, warum du dieses Bedürfnis verspürst."
John überlegte eine Weile, bevor er antwortete: "Ich glaube, wir haben eine feste Beziehung und ich denke, unsere Liebe ist so stark, dass es keine Rolle spielt, ob du mit jemand anderem schläfst oder nicht. Ich weiß auch, dass du nicht so denkst wie ich. Ich verstehe und respektiere das. Es ist nur ein Fetisch von mir. Ich glaube, man könnte mich als Voyeur bezeichnen. Ich weiß auch nicht, woher dieses dieses Bedürfnis kommt, aber ich habe es ", fügte er hinzu.
Danach ließen wir das Thema fallen.
Einige Tage einiges nachdenken darüber später, stimmte ich widerstrebend zu, dass John den Anfang machen und ich den Mann treffen würde, den auch immer aussuchte, aber ich war fest davon überzeugt, dass alles, dem ich zustimmte, nur ein Treffen sein würde und dass er und wer immer er auswählen würde, darauf vorbereitet sein sollte, dass ich mich weigere, weiter zu gehen, denn genau das war es, was John von mir erwartete. In den 10 Jahren, in denen wir zusammen waren, hatte ich nie das Bedürfnis, einen anderen Liebhaber zu haben, gehabt.
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From the time you were very little, it was apparent that you liked girls. You took being a lesbian to the next level. Every time you looked at a girl you started getting wet, to the point where you couldn't even buy bras online because of all the boobs. It was hard to focus in class when you were surrounded by cute girls, so you graduated high school with a 2.3 GPA, just barely enough to get a diploma. You were rejected by all six of the colleges you applied to. Things were starting to look...
LesbianI woke up with my cock in her mouth. I looked down and couldn't see the action. Her hair was spread out all around her head, hiding the incredible things she was doing to me. Her robe was also open and spread across the bed like a blanket. She was nude underneath. "Mom..." I moaned.She popped her head up, a smile on her face, lips slightly swollen from working my cock."Hey baby! Good morning!" she said with a huge grin, and then went back to sucking my cock."Mom, I'm close!" I warned...
IncestI recently was digitising a load of old negatives and discovered one of an ex-girlfriend flashing her tit and this bought back some good memories. I was a teenager in the 1980s and therefore well before the internet. My main outlet for masturbation was porn magazines, some of which I purchased from a nearby newsagents and some I found in the local park. I met my first girlfriend, Di, when I was working overseas and we had a wonderful sex life. We went out for just about 12 months and about...
Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber. Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe. We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more of her latex items and also to some more of her ''toys". She had even taken me to her favourite fetish store to select my first set of my own rubber clothes. I choose an...
LesbianI ran back to my house and breathlessly filled a bag. I packed my two favorite uniforms the black and the pink PVC. I selected a couple of sets of underwear and a couple of pairs of shoes. Because the bag was not very big I had to be selective. I wondered if I could get Roberta to come to my house for a dress up session, maybe in the future I hoped. Packed I hurried back to Roberta's house. Roberta ushered me in and we went upstairs to the spare bedroom, this was where Roberta kept her...