I've decide I'll write about my life instead, on account of I've so enjoyed my chats with men who visit Literotica. I lost my cherry to my 2nd boyfriend while I was still in high school. Then I met Randall in my junior year of high school. And I was encouraged that he always told me I responded better and was more sexual than any girl he had been with. Neither of us did better than a high school education. I worked as a waitress doing the breakfast and lunch crowds. Cheryl, one of the other waitresses, came in looking for me. Found me crying, I wouldn't tell her what it was about. When it came time to give Billy his check, I went to the dessert case, pulled out the apple pie, put the pie plate on the counter and cut a slice. But I explained that if he wanted, I could drive over to his place, first thing in the morning after I'd seen my kids off to school. And for the first time in my life, I cheated on my husband.
And the fighting was a strain on our relationship that hadn't been there before.
So Randy's, now less frequent attempts to get me to try it just led us to fighting.
Most people would think these tapes get leaked for the cash and while that might be part of it you have to think of the publicity that they generate as well.
When the full length Kim Kardashian sex tape first surfaced all those moons ago the press went into overdrive and Kim Kardashian or more to the point the Kardashian clan go exactly what they planned from it.
A shapely, 30-something, small town, pot-smoking, beer-drinking Slut! My first boyfriend was clueless and I quickly lost interest in him. Me and the girls would separate and have our chats and he and his boys would play Texas Hold-em, or watch some DVD or play a little basketball on our dirt court. He became more selective about which guys came over and they stopped bringing their women. A hand would grab ass, caress my thigh as I came to the card table to serve drinks, I'd swat one hand away after another. This went on for the better part of one summer until one day one of his friends reached down to my crotch while I was at the kitchen sink washing plate and fingered my pussy and asked when was I gonna try a gangbang. Then he turned his head away, looking out the window.
So, I just feel more honest about myself this is me. I've heard it often enough now that I take it for absolute fact that I have a slut's pussy. Until I was 16 I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend. His buddies would come by with their wives or girlfriends and visit with us, usually on a Friday or Saturday evening. I slapped him, I shooed the bunch of them out the house and Randy, my pervert husband, could be heard outside telling them he would calm me down, but they'd have to call it a night. Said he was sorry, and explained he'd been lonely and depressed of late. "Your husband ought not be telling people about what goes on in your bedroom, Terry." He was staring facedown at the table when he said it, too humble to look at me.
It’s been long speculated that mommy dearest Kris Jenner was the mastermind behind leaking the tape and the more you think about it the more sense that it makes.
Regardless of what or why it was made avalaible to the public I for one am grateful that it was, seeing Kim K and her fine ass was 100% worth it!
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He outed me, as in the way some inconsiderate person might out a homosexual that was not psychologically, socially or economically prepared that it be known he's gay. But hubby got bored, wanted to see me get fucked by other men, had that voyeur fantasy he wanted to live out, and knew that if he pressed I'd give in. I think mostly horny old farts, dirty old men, will read this, but I see my audience as women - married women and young ladies that might be thinking they'd like to have the life of a slut. The downside: When my dad found out he beat me black and blue and won't speak to me anymore. Slutty jewelry like the Playboy bunny 14K white gold pendant, the graduating 4-stone, teardrop shaped, simulated pearl dangling pendant on a yellow gold chain (looks like sparkly cum drops lying between my tits), the charm bracelet with the little sterling silver cocks, the ankle bracelet with the marijuana leaf charm, the pierced hoops on my cunny labia, pierced hoops on my nipples, the spikey dog collar with "SLUT" embossed on the side. But even the ones that did masturbate only did it occasionally. I have a large clitorus, as big as the tip of my ring finger. Men tell me I get wetter than anyone they've been with. Men tell me not all women have a vaginal channel that will clamp and milk a cock. My parents kept a close eye on me, kept me on a tight curfew. During my early 20s, the social relations Randi and I had with our friends was what I'd call normal. He confessed that he had been telling them about his fantasy to watch me fuck his friends, he had been telling them about the kind of sex we had: the dildos and vibrators he made me suck or that he'd shove up my asshole while he rammed his 10-inch cock into my pussy, how we talked dirty about how I was loving my "double penetration" or how I "loved being a three-way slut." I was furious. While I wrote on my pad, Billy put his hand on my butt and squeezed. I looked dead serious, and said calmly, "Billy, don't do that." He blushed, took his hand away. Then he said something in a whisper that stung me to my gut.