My boyfriend had already mentioned that we could try something with a trans woman someday and I never refused the idea, I was also curious.At my college there is a girl (man who became a girl) who is really cute and I have already talked to her several times, so when I told my boyfriend that I am closer to her, he suggested that we go out together to see if something could happen.
Our relationship has always been a deep and relentless exploration of the world of BDSM, an intricate dance where I, as Master, proudly observe the mastery with which she, my Dominant, commands not only me, but now also a new submissive we've decided to incorporate into our unique dynamic. This is no mere fantasy; it's a lifestyle, a carefully constructed universe where dark desires and limits are tested with watchmaker precision. In this ecosystem of pleasure and pain, we find a young woman in her early twenties, with ebony hair and green eyes that blended fear and excitement in an irresistible combination. Though inexperienced, she displayed a curiosity bordering on addiction, a thirst for submission she could barely conceal. She was ready to surrender herself to the commands of my partner, this goddess of cruel wisdom whom I so admired.
We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.Ever since we met, I've been teasing her, always jokingly, never to make her feel bad. It's my way of getting attention. She always fought back, then started getting closer (although I suspected she really wanted to be close to me rather than actually face me).
What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.
Hello, my name is Castro (fictitious name), I am a 24-year-old boy, strong and healthy.My mother is a 38-year-old woman, she is young and well preserved, red-haired, short, a little chubby, white and with silicone.
I'll be on vacation for the next two weeks, so I'll have time to write more and tell you about us and the delicious sexual experiences we've had, individually and as a couple. It's been more than 20 lust-filled years of marriage, and we've enjoyed every second of it. Of course, we've also had bad experiences, but even those have taught us a lot. I'll tell you about some of them another time. Some of the bad ones have been disasters, and others have even made us laugh because of what happened or how ridiculous they were. But the vast majority have been excellent, and we've never regretted anything we've experienced in this world of sexual freedom.
In my constant search for situations that deviate from the routine of sex in marriage, I thought about an erotic massage. I decided to talk about it with my wife, who actually found it interesting. But when I mentioned that the idea would be massages and caresses in the most intimate areas, she immediately closed all the doors and called me crazy.
I'm 53 years old and my cousin is 66, I confess that since we were kids I've masturbated thinking about her, she's always been very hot.She had several marriages in her life until she was widowed by the last one.I'm married, but my sex life is shit, I can go months without having sex.