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I used to love missionary position.
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I used to love missionary position. To me there could be no better form of sexual intimacy. Granted I was 17 but still, I could not fathom any other way I'd rather be making love. See until my early twenties, I had only made love. So beautiful and gentle and proper, just like I had imagined it from the well worn out Danielle Steele books I used to read. And it was wonderful. Of course, I did't know any better. But then HE happened across my path or I happened across his. Either way, I was to have a sexual awakening...the likes of which would change the course of my life. At a club one night, making my way back from the bathroom, I shimmied past a few people in a narrow passage. I felt it, but thought, no, surely it was an accident. But as I look over my shoulder, i see HIM looking straight back at me. I was certain that he slid his palm over my dress and cupped my pussy with his palm. I'm outraged at first and want to turn right back and confront him. But truth be told I was a little turned on by the anonymity of it all. I must have seemed drunk to my girlfriends but I could not stop thinking about that moment. I felt both violated and aroused. My nipples erect, wondering what his intention was. Was he just feeling me up? Did he want to fuck me? Was it an accident? Why would he do that? (You know that voice! The one that tries to make sense of carnal desires or sexual responses. I've silenced that voiced since.) The club is jam packed and I'm annoyed for having to queue at the bar, when I feel someone press right up against my back. I turn around and HE leans over motioning that he wanted to say something in my ear. But instead of words, he slips his tongue into my ear, pulls my pony tail back a little and rests his palm over my pussy. I thought I would just combust internally from sheer lust. I was wet and just wanted to impale my pussy onto his hand. I wanted this man to do real bad things to me. Things I had never even envisioned, let alone lust after. And right there at the bar, in a full club, this man proceeded to dip his fingers inside me, through the fabric of my dress he was thumbing my clitoris. I could do little but spread my legs wider. I wanted him to fuck me right there, in front of everyone. But instead, he slipped his hand away, tasted his fingers and winked at me as he walked off. We never fucked, exchanged numbers or anything. In fact I never saw him again. But this man unlocked my narrow vision of sex in my mind. I wanted to fuck him. Not marry him, not have his babies or even try to date him. I didn't care what his name was or what he did, all I wanted was to feel that desire and desirability. Half drunk and terribly horny in a nightclub I found my sexuality. That night, all those years ago, has opened up an entire smorgasbord of sexual encounters and appetites for me since. I still love missionary, only now I prefer it while I'm cuffed to the bed. But that's an entirely different blog post. |
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Sometimes, that's what it take. Lucky you Cum to my blog and respond.  Have a great kissing fun time. 
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Very hot story. Brings me back to my clubbing days of days past, although I can say, I never did that to a woman in a club, at least not one I didn't know already. Welcome to Blogland. PLEASE COME AND CHECK OUT MY BLOG AND IF YOU ENJOYED IT LEAVE ME A COMMENT. KEEP IT SEXY!!
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