Confession : 216

It’s particularly difficult to get over a first love. Love takes a lot of your strength and energy. The bonds between your kisses are strong. You want more because every touch has meaning. To make you feel their love, the first love would stop at nothing to make you happy. Neck-kissing declarations of love are made. As the cock moves inside the mouth, every feeling is discharged. Our life slowly becomes a plan of what ifs and fairy tales. Love liberates and makes us wild. We then know there won’t ever be another like it when it finishes. Nobody can recreate their first love. Nevertheless, the next real love will knock you to your knees because you won’t ever want to experience losing that feeling again.

Confession : 214

Someone asked me if I felt old yet. When age comes into question I examine a few things. Like my mind which allows me to still play and imagine. I love being lost in someone’s world of desire. I still feel good when a dick comes inside my pussy. My passion and desire to be touched is still in play. I always want to be fucked and my mouth full of cum. So no, I don’t feel old yet.

Confession: 213

Never thought I would say this, but I like it. I love when he demands my attention during sex. He always locks me in tight between his thighs with no time to catch my breath. I surrender willingly as he pushes up my black skirt. I’m unsure of what I want, but he knows. As if we own time, he kisses me slowly yet passionately. In an opposite display of pleasure, I swallow his big cock as he gives me a gift that all women desire. I’m not cold, I’m on ten as my body shivers with excitement. Eyes set upon his frame the tips of my fingers caress hidden places. Returning the favor, I give pleasure to my pain as he sucks my large erect nipples. As our passionate desires collide, he gently pushes his eager finger in and out of my anal. The pressure surprises me then suddenly I detect him deep inside twisting my dreams. Right then I assessed his true power and I didn’t want it to stop until…