Trying it on with two wardrobe assistants in a w I knew what he wanted from me when he asked what I was wearing to the theater. I rattled off a few options of things I knew were clean -- the jean shorts, the black capris -- and noticed when his eyes lit up at the mention of my pink skirt. With the virus craziness of , my life had gotten rather boring. The plan to divorce my husband had gotten derailed. Fun for me was out of the picture for a long time. Things had gotten rather boring. I moved to Chicago right out of college. It was the late 's and I was a struggling, underpaid, overworked, twenty-something single bisexual woman, but I always found a way to have fun.

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Michael Boyd and his girlfriend Lydia met over a month ago. The girl liked to have sex all the time and even got turned on when they were out. Michael was always excited when she wanted to have sex in public w The silence was deafening. And although we had repeatedly spoken at length in preparation for this evening, we knew that talking about it now — though it might be stimulating — might also jinx the occasion.
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Lisa and I had been married about 5 years when things changed in such an amazing way. We had experimented with toys and told each other some fantasies along the way, but nothing really came of the fantasy thing. So, after some time of trying to convince her, I dropped it. At some point during our fifth year together, we started up again on the fantasy. Lisa sat me down one day and said she needed to talk, and sounded all serious. She was afraid I would throw her out… I took her face in my hands and kissed her, thanking her for telling me. I then placed her hand on my cock which was hard as hell. Lisa called me and asked me to pick her up, and I did… she looked hot — tight skirt, low-cut top, she was drunk and very amorous.
It had been a pleasantly warm spring day, the kind of day that provides a nice hint of the warm summer weather that will soon arrive. It was the kind of day that encourages women to once again wear short skirts and revealing blouses. I had spent the day taking care of personal business and now faced the prospect of a two-hour drive home. It was about five-thirty on Friday afternoon and I dreaded facing the rush hour traffic that was building a wall on the freeway. I began to think of reasons not to join the highway crowd. I was in no hurry to get home, it would be hot on the freeway, I felt a need to relax — maybe waste a little time, etc.