On my way back from the bathroom, I saw Megan at the jukebox so I stopped to see what tunes she was selecting.
Dona Cláudia was recently divorced, 39 years old, and there was nothing "Lady" about her. She was a true MILF, always working out at the gym, dieting every day. She was white, blonde, green-eyed, short, about five feet five inches tall, athletic, with silicone implants, and a flat stomach. All toned. Dona Cláudia is the embodiment of the female beauty standard. I always frequented Dona Cláudia's house, even spent time alone with her, but I never had any ulterior motives. Quite the opposite, I always had a lot of respect for her and my friend. I confess I've glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, especially since it's hard not to stare at any hot woman in gym pants, especially when she's working out at home.
My name is Julio. A normal guy in every sense physically, but very perverse and morbid when it comes to sex with my wife.My wife Mirian, beautiful, with a body blessed by genetics and polished in the gym, long dark brown hair, silky skin, hypersensitive breasts, and an ass to stop traffic.Besides loving each other deeply and being very happy, we have a terrible secret from those around us. As for me, in addition to dominating and subjugating her, I enjoy handing her over to others, both men and women.
About a month ago I received a letter from a college fraternity brother of mine. I hadn’t seen Stan since graduation three years before. Stan was trying to get a group of us together to meet for the first football game of the season.
I will tell you about my experiences. I am a salesman and have to travel worldwide and frequently in India too.
Before I married my beautiful and sexy wife, Julie, 10 years ago, we dated for over 5 years, though never exclusively.
Lust is a crazy thing, isn't it? My name is Alex, I'm 38 years old, Brazilian, born and raised, and I've always considered myself a normal guy. I married Carla eight years ago, a brunette with light eyes who gave me two children and whom I always swore was the most decent woman in the world. Until, in one of those late-night conversations, we started talking about the past. She'd had a bit too much wine, I was letting my guard down, and the conversation turned to past flings. At first, it was just that morbid curiosity, you know? Who was the first, where was it, that kind of thing. I felt a deep jealousy in my chest, a tightness in my chest, but I couldn't stop asking.
I have come to know many more problems which Indian women suffer only and only in the matter of sex. Most basic problem suffered by them is sexual satisfaction – that is the lack of it