Young ladies, thank me. These theories might save you from sexless marriage

Common scenarios that lead to extreme dissatisfaction with marital  sex life.

You can find a lot of blogs and discussions – where wives talk of sexless marriages. It’s hard to know how many are in such a marriage  – there may be many who are not bothered by it enough to blog about it.

Obviously sex is important for people – and lack of it can derail a marriage… but..

With all these wives in sexless marriages, it begs the question: are people getting married without a clear idea of what the sex will be like with their spouse?

Sure, sometimes people have health issues that prevent them from performing like they used to  – but I don’t believe sexual dysfunction is to blame in most cases. If not sexual dysfunction, what is it usually?

I don’t think I’ve ever known of anyone suffering through a sexless marriage because the husband was entirely dysfunctional. Less than ideal in various ways but not defunct.

So, what’s the deal with these sexless marriages then?

Every couple’s marriage is unique but I’ve noticed some patterns – perhaps some common paths that tend to lead a wife to a sexless, or sexually insufficient marriage. I gave seen men blogging  about their sexless marriage, I haven’t known any men who were fed up in their sexless marriages, otherwise, I may have included scenarios for men too.

Based on the situations I’ve seen where wives were fed up with their marital sex life, I propose the following theories.

Scenario #1 – Gold digger or Family martyr

Betty picks out and marries a responsible, good provider to have children with and the  sexual compatibility between her and her husband is a low priority concern. He may even be ten years older than her – all the better. The relevance of sexual compatibility is eclipsed by what seems more paramount to successful childbearing.  You can raise children without good sex – but food and shelter – pretty critical.

As the children need her less – and she has to find herself again – she realizes she wants sex; and, she wants it really bad because her sex life hasn’t been anybody’s priority for 15 or twenty years. If her sexual desires aren’t satisfied by her hard working, devoted husband and father of kids for 20 years, she betrays him for doing and being exactly what she married him for doing and being .

Scenario #2 – Horny and popular – marries jock

Wife marries a jock for his looks and perhaps sexual prowess, and doesn’t worry about how smart or responsible he is because she’s not ready to have kids yet anyway; – and, she over-values her guy’s teenage popularity.

(Of course, there are popular, hunks who are intelligent and have good character and families) …

but, those who don’t – who shined early – will likely not age well and become much less desirable before long. Unintelligent people take less care of themselves. If their is family instability and/or psychosis in his history – increases the likelihood of problems. Macho, highs school jocks often go bald in their twenties – do to unbalanced testosterone (that’s why they were young jocks) – they also never shed the cocky notion that wife should feel lucky to be with them – (because back in high school lots of girls had a crush etc.) – He’ll have depression because his HS popularity becomes irrelevant. He’s likely to cheat with girls who might make him feel like the young popular stud he was.

So, unhealthy, bald, possibly cheating, depressed, etc. etc. – if he’s able to fuck the wife after 40 – he’s likely to be such an asshole that she doesn’t feel like fucking him. So, the wife still likes sex as she always did – and if she’s smart,  she’ll probably go find the rich nerd that scenario #1 wife left – teach him how to have great sex; and scenario #1 wife will find #2 wife’s cheater ,ex-football burnout and get off on his big jock dick before the relationship goes nowhere.

Scenario #3 – high sex drive – high access to partners

This one is probably less common – but I find this scenario most interesting and erotic. Usually the wife is very attractive however not always – women don’t have to look like models to find a high availability of agreeable partners.

Sometimes the husband has a supercharged libido too – and they’ll swing or work something out. But, if the husband is just normal, when the opportunity to cheat is hot enough and the risk low enough – most these women will eventually encounter a “worth it” situation.

Women I’ve known like this don’t leave their husbands – don’t even tell him actually. The two I can think of who are not still with their husbands both caught cheating and the the husbands kicked them to the curb. Most are loving wives, but discreetly do stuff to supplement their sex life.

Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and …

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

and then here to …


Part Four

“Feeling okay?”

“Better. You?.”

“Loving it – feel how hard I am?”

“I like it.”

“What?’

“How much you like it. How naughty it is.”

“So Mike hasn’t done this?”

“Nobody has.”

I touched her as we talked – I felt her wetness come back.

“Feel that – going to come in you.”

“Oh god, keep talking.”

“You like this hard cock? You like this secret – getting your ass fucked without you boyfriend knowing?”

“Oh god…”

“How about your friend Linda? You going to tell her? Wish she was watching us? Want to lick her pussy?”

Linda was Sheryl’s big sister in her sorority – very hot brunette with huge tits and bisexual. She’d gone out with Sheryl and I once.

Sheryl didn’t answer but I could tell by her sounds that she liked the topic.

“Tell me you want to lick Linda’s pussy.”

“I want to lick Linda’s pussy.”

“Feel that – going to come in you while you suck that clit.”

“Oh god I’m coming,” Sheryl says – more suddenly than I expected.

This starts me off.

“Feel that – coming in your ass – still coming”

So good – came so hard. She got off and I was in so much pleasure – and some pain: my cock was so hard – it hurt.

“Do you think they’re gone?”

“I don’t know – just go, I’ll go with you.”

We crossed the hall to the bathroom. I got into the shower. She sat on toilet then joined me.

“Still glad I’m here?”

“Yes.”

Sort of wished she would go – but after giving me ass, even at that age, I wasn’t an asshole enough to respond any other way.

“That hurt more than losing my virginity. Although, I didn’t come then.”

“It did? I’m sorry.

“No you’re not.”

“Well, I’m not sorry we did it – would do it again, but..”

We start kissing while Sheryl washes me – alternating hands while she stroked soap on to me.

“Missed you – thought about you.”

“Oh yea? Even with Mike?”

“Yes.  – now I’m going to get embarrassed.”

“What, why?”

“Embarrassing how you make me feel… silly. You’re sort of infectious. “

“I am? Thank you

Sheryl looks down at me, still soaping me up – balls and all.

“I like your dick?”

“You do? That’s good to hear,” I laughed. “I like your bush.”

“You do? You wouldn’t rather it was shaved?”

“No way, perfect as is. Might be the only blond one I’ve seen – known lots of blonde girls – none were blond there.”

“First for both of us then – I’ve never seen a dick like this.”

“A circumcised one?”

“Funny. No, A huge one.”

“You think it’s huge?”

“Shut up, don’t be vain.”

“What?”

I was totally being vain – more so horny – wanted to hear her thoughts – make her words defy her shyness.

“You said you like my dick – that’s kind of hot.”

“I love your dick.. And your eyes – the two parts I think of – most.”

“Seriously? I think of your big long nipples and blond bush. And your awesome hair.”

“Listen to us,” Sheryl laughed. “Shallow, right?”

“Totally, fuck your personality or character.”

“No, It’s all connected – It’s about you – was just speaking visual wise”

“What happens if I come home next summer and you are all serious with your man Mike?”

“I could lie and say I’d definitely let  nothing happen.”

“We should hang with Linda.”

“I was turned on – I’m not bi for her.”

“I am.”

We finished up and toweled off – after I found some ½ clean ones in my room.

Everyone had left and we had  the apartment to ourselves. We were still naked and drying off in the bathroom when Natalia my neighbor showed up. She had become good buds with my roommate Jeff and I – knocking no longer required = we’d walk into her apartment without knocking too.

‘Anybody here?”

“Yea – one sec”

I wrapped my towel around me and Sheryl went into my room

“What? You’ve got a girl here, don’t you?”

“Branton and Eric are so pissed – woke them up fucking.”

“Yea I know – ran into them. They’ve got a stick up their ass – I wouldn’t worry about it. Put some clothes on before I nip out or something.”

Natalia was awesome – gorgeous, busty, smart daughter of a New York night club owner. Nobody I know had slept with her – didn’t think she was gay. She’d flirt – sort of – but nobody got anywhere with her. My roommate Jeff felt some boob over her shirt while giving her a massage – that’s it. I don’t know why she was depriving herself – anyone could tell she was about to burst.

I guess because she never messed around – never got relief, Natalia was usually very horny. Or, I assumed that is why she’d work something sexual into most every conversation.

“I guess she enjoyed herself? Who is she?”

“She flew out from home – me her during summer at work.”

“Flew out? Was this planned? Ohhh, you drunk dialed her didn’t you? Now what?”

“No, she’s cool – just was a surprise this morning. I got anal so worth it.”

“Oh Jesus, no wonder.. John said it sounded like a murder during a porn shoot.”

“No, not during the anal. She yelled another guy’s name so gave me anal.”

Sheryl walked in and I introduce her to Natalia.

I went to get dressed leaving Natalia to suck as much info out of Sheryl and the situation as she could – to gossip about. She didn’t gossip to be underhanded – she just loved to talk. Likewise, I don’t think she intended to be a tease – but she’d teased me so ruthlessly, I had almost become immune.

I wanted to go goof off with Natalia. But Sheryl was there – I couldn’t ask her to leave. We needed drinks. Natalia left as soon as I got dressed and returned.

“Oh, I’ve got something to tell you – you’re going to die,” Natalia said on her way out.

“She’s cool,” Sheryl said.

“Yea, prude but cool.”

“I think maybe I should go home… “

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just feeling sort of bad because of Mike – and I don’t know – just ..”

“Whatever you want to do is totally fine – either way. It was great seeing you if you need to go – or you can stay – no hurt feelings.”

“I guess should go – let me see if there’s a flight.”

“Okay.”

She found a flight – had a couple hours to kill with me before having to leave with airport. I think she’d figured out that I was more enthused about her visiting while I was fucked up the night before. We made margaritas – had a few each and a few tequila shots too. We began having so much fun I was sort of bummed she was leaving. Our shyness went away for about forty five minutes – shy people on alcohol have a lot to say.

She had two fraternity guys try to fuck her. Well she fucked one and sucked the other off. It was bothering her – happened a few weeks back when she was already getting serious with Mike.

I think I helped her feel better – told her about a few of my mistakes that year. That I was seeing this girl at an all girls catholic college nearby – and snuck onto campus – sneaked into her friends dorm room and fucked her – the girl I was dating actually knocked on the door while I was there. I told her about a friend that lived in my dorm freshman year who had been valedictorian of her high school – had dorm orgy with four guys the night before her boyfriend visited.

“If you get through college with nothing more scandalous than one and a half three-ways, that’s probably an average or lower on the immoral behavior during college scale.

I guess I helped – the guilt went away  – at least for the time being, and we both got very horny. She said I should just make a move on Natalia – that she probably just can’t make a move for whatever reason.

“Given that you’ve hooked up with three guys while with Mike – perhaps that should tell you something?”

“Mike was my fourth – you my third – I don’t know – the two fraternity guys was a drunk adventure thing. You’re the only one I’ve had sex with sober since mike.”

“Maybe you should just tell him you fuck me and others sometimes so you don’t feel guilty?”

“I wish I could – he’d not be cool with it.  Definitely the monogamous type – I am too I think – just not yet. It’s fucked I know.”

“Yea. I’d just be honest and if he wants you enough he’ll deal with it. Either that, or don’t fuck around and be monogamous with him.”

I wanted to see her in her skirt and pantyhose – without panties – and she say on the balcony with her knees up – feet on the chair – so I could see the details of her crotch as we watched students and locals down on the street. She said her ass was sore – and let me examine it – I licked it for a good five minutes and gave her an optimistic prognosis.

She called her friend Linda – told Linda she was drunk – told her we had anal; talked about how bad she felt bad about Mike.. lost track of conversation after that. Just watched her crotch and her breast through her partly open blouse – her bold nipple so long – her one leg up on chair and the half bit of bush I could see.

I was in the fold out chair next to her. She reached to my leg and pulled my shorts right up past my hardening dick and grabbed it in her hand as she finished her call.

She barely got off the phone before Super Shuttle called – I could see it arrive. Such bad timing. We were both bummed. She left quickly – left without panties on – left me with an aching hard on.

It was only one o’clock, the day was sunny and I was buzzed and horny: no chance I’d let the day end there.

And now you may read on to…

Part Four: Weekend in the life: There is Calm Before the Debauchery.

What people really think and do regarding spouses, forbidden desires, secret behavior, dick, ass, sex

Yes, another update about naughtypolls.com – because I know we will all love it more and more – the more it gets going.

Just added dozens of more questions

New question topics include: spouses, asses, dicks, friends spouses, masturbation details, private thoughts, forbidden fantasies, spouse with others, underwear, penis everything, marriage, presidential cock size, Queen of England and anal, etc.

Me: I’ve answered every question – only a few other guys have so it’s pretty obvious which answers are mine.. in case anyone has wondered about me. Not that I think anyone gives a shit – but I have been asked about my dick size – 1000 times probably – so, those who asked – there you go. I did not answer “never” to the “Have you thought about a family member or relative at least once in your life while masturbating?” I know – it’s awful and wrong. Only a few times – when feeling really horny or deviant.. anyway – your turn – go be honest too and take some naughty polls.

Part Three – Anal and More Anal

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then it continued on to …

Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,

and then here to …


Part Three

“I’ll get over it,” I said. “But, really, you probably should just go – if you’re feeling that bad about being here.”

“I’ve already come.. I’ll go if you want but I’d rather stay now that I’m here? I really am sorry, what can I do to redeem myself?”

“What will you do?”

“Name it. Forgive me and let’s have a good time… tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Okay, how about anal sex right now?”

“What? I’ve never done that.”

“So, no?”

“If you forget my little faux pas  and all will be cool, okay.”

“No way, You have too had anal sex? You’re lying,” I said. I was just confirming – I actually believed it was true, because I hadn’t had anal sex.

Well, I hadn’t had it per se. I got my head inside my High school girlfriend once and then she made me stop. After that it became a big desire. The times when I didn’t come when she came, which wasn’t often – one of the few situations where my high school girlfriend showed vulnerability and let go of control – was while coming. That was hot and usually set me off two. But when I could hold through, when possible, I’d pull out and rub my tip on her ass while I came on it.

My next girlfriend was waiting until marriage, so I enjoyed this type of ending often. She like to lay on her stomach with a toy while I came on her ass – never let me in there. I’d had a few years of ass teasing – only – so ass from Sheryl was over payment for her slip up.

“Swear to god, NEVER!”

“So you will?”

“We can try, no promises. It’s an adjustment to take you normally, seriously not sure.”

“Okay, fair deal,” I said. I was quickly getting back hard as soon as I realized the ass might be happening.

I was fully hard by the time I was back from rummaging around my room for something lubricant like – I found some lip balm is all.

My roommates were up and about – TV on – making noise outside the room. They were just decent enough of people to not confront me while I had company – but I knew there’d be an issue later. I’d wanted anal for years and was about to get it – so fuck the persnickety roommates.

“Jesus, you’re enormous,” she said as I sat next to her on my bed.”

“Um, you’ve seen me before – we just had sex ten minutes ago.”

“I’ve never seen you before you were about to put it in my ass.”

“Good point. Sit down on me.”

“You owe me a fabulous fucking weekend dude.”

We started with her sitting down on my lap – while I sat on the bed – she had nothing to hold onto so we went to my desk. held onto the shelves –  turned on my desk light. My desk was right next to the door and just on the other side we listened to kitchen dishes clank, cupboards thumb – roommates were being louder on purpose – such bitches.

It seemed forever getting things going – she would sit down a little bit and then say “wait,” then try a bit more. If you’d done anal – you know the drill. My cock was at its penultimate hardness.

I was in her pretty good – she was over me – halfway or more – and we sat there in a holding pattern. She was quiet – I wasn’t sure where things would go from there but I was loving just sitting there – in her ass. A few of my roommate’s friends showed up – now there were at least four outside the door.

I would have been happy staying frozen with her all day like we were – her ass clenching around me was enough to keep me there – so I sat there and hoped only she’d not pull off me.

“You feel how hard you make me? Want to stop? Are we good?”

“Yes, as long as we stay still – it’s not hurting now. This is about the best I can do – not sure what you had in mind,  but..”

“This is fine – amazing actually, can we do this all day?”

“You like this?”

“Do you feel how hard I am? I am dizzy over this. Are you good?”

“Yes, feeling better. You deirginized my ass – how about  that? “

“I’m happy about it.”

“Naughty, huh? Your totally in my ass right now – kinda turning me on.”

I thanked god. Didn’t’ figure Sheryl or anyone would go too long with anything shoved up their ass if they weren’t turned on.

“She moved up and down a few times – tiny little bit.

“You want to stop?”

“No, just be still.”

Worked for me.Didn’t know if she’d get off on the activity like I was.

Oh my god the feel of her ass – no idea if the intermittent squeezes – contractions – were involuntary or her experimenting,

I started talking in her ear and reaching under her leg to rub her clit –

Then a roommate knocks on my door – obnoxiously – “Duncan – can you move your car?”’

We had four spots but two lanes.

“Can you just move it,” I said.

“You key’s aren’t in the bin.”

Fuck. my keys were on my night stand.

“Can we resume this position?”

“Yes, I need to use your bathroom first.”

I grabbed the keys  and Sheryl threw on my robe. – handed the keys to him as Sheryl ran out to the bathroom directly across the hall. I was rock hard – didn’t give a fuck. Roommate paused for a moment – deciding whether to be a dick and make me move the car.

So, I wait back in my room.

“Nice guy,” Sheryl said as she came back in.

“He’s not my biggest fan.”

“You’re still hard.”

“True.”

Sort of awkward silence ensued.

“I love your dick.”

“I love your ass.”

“It’s a bit much for my ass.”

“Okay, so you don’t want to resume where we left off? Thank you for doing it.”

“You can put it back in – but if you want to bang me – it can’t be there.”

“That’s fine just being in there.”

“Naughty boy.”

We ended up where we left off. I got her wet with the  wetness of her pussy this time. Maybe a bit deeper this time. We didn’t move much – and just started talking.

I think she was ½ turned on by how into it I was – and have amused or curious about the situation – whatever her reasons – she began to enjoy the engagement

“You going to just keep your cock in my ass all day?”

“I think so, yes.”

“You’re crazy. I’m crazy.”

And now you may read on to…

Part four: Weekend in the life: Sheryl comes and goes, stage is set

Want to know people’s actual thoughts and secret desires? here’s how

I am intrigued by what people actually think and do (when not judged – if the “real” truth be known).

Reading blogs is a great way to catch a glimpse of people’s truth – it”s what makes blogs great.

But, most do not create an online blog and share their most honest, intimate truths; even us who do, we are not totally anonymous and have boundaries. I doubt there’s any blogger on earth that shares every single truth – is 100% “honest.” Let’s face it, the most open and honest among us are constrained by what society and culture will tolerate – let alone our friends and families if they happen upon our blogs.

I have created an anonymous poll site in search of true answers and honest statistics regarding some of the more sensitive topics and aspects of our lives. The site is NaughtyPolls.com and I originally introduced the project on this blog post.

If you are curious about people’s true opinions and the actual reality of people’s lives, I ask you to enjoy NaughtyPolls.com  – AND – help in the effort to get the site off the ground. What will make it interesting and attract visitors is poll results – but, to get this going, we need to get some answers submitted – chicken or the egg sort of thing. I could kick start the site by injecting a bunch of fake answers and participation stats – like most every other poll-type site does – but that would defeat the purpose.

A lot of thought and development time has been invested in how to fashion this project in a way that we’d get real, honest, true results. When you check out  the site- you will see there aren’t 1000s of respondents (fake data) nor any advertisements.

You will notice on most poll sites (which are boring anyway because they don’t dare to get naughty).. there are advertisers. Also, you will notice that they ask you identifying information before you start participating – this is so they can correlate your answers with their advertisements, or sell your id info along with correlated answers to businesses etc.

Naughtypolls.com does not have this model. Hell yea It would be great (miraculous god send) if I ever made money on the site, BUT, if that were to happen it would not involve infringing on privacy. How do you know? Naughtypolls.com does not ask for your email, your name, or any other personally identifying information. The site does use IP address as a means to this end – as an alternative to collecting email or other identifying info – yet  keep track of what polls people have answered and to prevent duplicate answers – and remember people’s gender (poll results are tabulated by gender).

So, if you too are interested in knowing what people really think and do – and want to discover the true answers to questions society frowns upon us asking – let alone answering, I welcome you to visit naughtypolls.com and answer some polls.

Thank you all for helping me get this idea off the ground. I welcome any suggestions you might have regarding the website or questions you wish to see added.

 

Thank you

Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

Wait – the story started here with…

Part one: One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

and then here to …

Part Two:

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  –

And now you may read on to…

Part Three: Anal and More Anal

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

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Part Two: Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush,