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Hello friends, this is Robin here, we got lot many responses on our previous story “My Wife looses control and “Gift Exchange”and thanks to all you readers for liking it. We really enjoyed reading your mails.Well in this draft; we are going to share our most memorable experience. It is said anger is bad for relationship but somehow my anger made me lucky.
Though you fellas already know, My wife Sophie is 5.2 ft. pleasantly plump (32-28-34) matching all the requirement that I tend to look in my girl. We were in our 3rd year of relationship. Although Sophie and me have already been physical with each other over a million times by now, Foreplays and Oral sex were integral part of our relationship. Yet Sophie hasn’t allowed me to have intercourse with her yet and lately
I had started to get irritated over it and sometimes angry as well. It was December 2000, we met at brigade road for a movie and lunch. While having lunch we had argument on the same and I got mad at her and moved out when I returned my rented room after having few drinks at a local bar, I found she was already there waiting for me. Since I was very angry I didn’t care to speak and just took my towel and went inside bathroom to freshen up.
What happen then shocked me, suddenly Sophie knocked bathroom door. I asked her what happen. She said “Sorry” and asked me to open the bathroom door. I opened the door and to my amazement she was standing there stark naked with apologies in her eyes and she forced herself inside and hugged me from behind and she was rubbing her boobs against my body the touch of the naked skin had already made my penis fully erect but I was still angry so I did’t say a word.
She kept on saying sorry and was into tears soon (woman has this special power which can make any man loose war in seconds yes the tears) I eventually gave up and took her to my arms and gave her a good hug and pushed her to the wall and started kissing her from head to eyes to nose to lips to neck to boobs and eventually going further down, she too started to kiss me but there was some difference.
Sophie was showing more interesting in loving my dick then me, she was kissing it , licking it sucking it like its her favourite lollipop and I must say I loved it, we then started applying soap on each other and playing naughty also like she pinching me on my balls, me inserting my fingers in her asshole in name of cleaning it and those slippery feeling due to soap was making the fun even more.
We turned on the shower and took bath together under the water, lip locked as long as possible after the shower sophie wiped me and then I just moved out to bedroom to get dressed, she was still wet but followed me to the bathroom and once there she pushed to to bed and sat on top of me and she said “Robin I can’t see you angry, please never ever be angry with me.
I can’t take it and I will do anything for you and she took my penis in her hand and guided it inside her wet cunt there was the moment the first time I was inside her, I cant believe it but then thought let me just enjoy the moment she was finding it little difficult to take it inside as she was a virgin so did her best and started to move slowly riding me and she could not take it fully in though and my penis was mostly rubbing
The outer skin of her pussy and sometimes tickling her clits though I was enjoying it yet I wanted to be fully in Sophie also by then could see the anger completely disappearing from my face and lust taking over and she was giving me bitchy smile and yelling at me. Robin you are such a bastard but what can I do I am so in love with you take me today yes sweetheart fuck me today I was just waiting for this to hear her say it to fuck her.
3 years I have waited for this day and I could not hold any longer I made her lie down and started kissing her madly in her neck and boobs meanwhile my fingers worked expertly in her pussy trying to make it absolutely ready for her 1st fuck. We got ourselves in missionary position. I placed my penis in her beautiful pussy and gently pushed it in first few strokes were difficult as were not getting the right technique but soon that problem was solved.
My pole was penetrating her hole smoothly and the room was filled with the essence of mixed cum and her moans and she was trying her best not to scream but cud not resist the pleasure and I am sure our neighbours might have heard her screams like audience hear music in concerts, we lasted for about 20 mins of hardcore intercourse and then I looked down and found my penis covered with blood from her vagina, yes
She was deflowered for the first time her hymen was finally broken 3 years of wait has finally paid of and I deflowered my sweetheart finally and got the satisfaction which was missing as she didn’t want me to come inside her as we both were still students. I came out on her naval hole I got up from bed and went to get a cigarette, she was still lying in my bed still naked covered in my cum in her belly
Her hair spread all over her with eyes closed pussy coloured red and boobs exposed Sophie was looking like a perfect porn star waiting for a photoshoot I told her, do you know you are looking so slutty, she looked at my eyes and replied back “Yes robin I am, I am your slut and I want you to use me as your slut whenever you want wherever you want. More to come on our escapades keep reading. Mail us if you like our story:
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I met Rebecca Breckenridge at an informal dance in the high school gym. They were called "Sock Hops" in those ancient times since it was held in the gym, and no street shoes were permitted on the hardwood playing floor. It was my senior year and I had no steady girlfriend. Rebecca was sitting in the bleachers watching her classmates dance, and now and then chatting with a couple of her friends. I knew who she was, but since she was a year behind me, we didn't share any classes. I thought she...
I was sitting on my bed and had just sucked in yet another deep breath. I was trying not to cry and to make a major decision at the same time; to wit, if I wanted to get my gun from the safe and go down to my husbands' office blow his brains out. I had the errant object of my anger in my hand, an e-mail that was carefully folded and for the umptheenth time I opened it and looked at the picture and reread the text. The photo was quite good actually; it showed my husbands 23 year old secretary,...
You know counseling really sucks, why do I need Anger Management? Shit I only did what any normal guy would do. I mean come on how bad could it have been. Sure a few people got hurt but they deserved it. They caused my life to spiral out of control and now theirs are to, so what's the problem. Hi All, My name is Hank Wilson and I have anger issues. This group counseling was court ordered. I am 35, married (for the moment) and have 3 kids. Two boys and a girl and I love them to death. Jeff...