Straight Female / 26
First off, I liked it, I was never against it.
From the time I can remember I have always liked being held, hugged, picked up, carried by a man. My mother had a boyfriend, he was a big man and he could pick me up like a feather. Sitting in his lap, being carried on his shoulders, I love to be in his arms. I was seven to ten when he hung around with my Mother.
Then he moved and he went away. In the eighth grade my Mother started dating this Mexican man, Juan. He was a Detective on the force, tall, dark and handsome. I fell in love with him, my Mother was on my case and he pushed me away, in the ninth grade I took it out on this high school boy who lived down the street. His mother caught us in bed. My Mother had to accept that I wanted it, I did it, I needed it. Juan wanted to throw the book at him, the only way out was a teen marriage, but not pregnant. 15 and 17.
We went wild, my Mother took me to see a doctor about my sex drive, she told my mother I was overactive but normal, but since I was married let me get it out of my system. We tried but it didn't get out of my system. Needing money my husband went into the service and left me alone. I got real friendly with the man who worked at Sears. I was a senior and he was forty eight. He liked me getting naked and squirming on the bed, bending my back and opening and closing my legs. He was tall and strong, and in my mind he had a big dick, I loved holding his big hard dick in my hand. He liked it too. But when my husband found out it was divorce city.
I am now with a man in his fifties, a big bear of a man, six two, two forty, big belly, and he likes small girls and I am the small girl he likes. I invent ways for him to screw me, he invents ways for me to show off. We are a sex couple, We get together for sex. Juan doesn't approve, my Mother doesn't approve. What they don't understand is that I like it, I want it.
From the time I can remember I have always liked being held, hugged, picked up, carried by a man. My mother had a boyfriend, he was a big man and he could pick me up like a feather. Sitting in his lap, being carried on his shoulders, I love to be in his arms. I was seven to ten when he hung around with my Mother.
Then he moved and he went away. In the eighth grade my Mother started dating this Mexican man, Juan. He was a Detective on the force, tall, dark and handsome. I fell in love with him, my Mother was on my case and he pushed me away, in the ninth grade I took it out on this high school boy who lived down the street. His mother caught us in bed. My Mother had to accept that I wanted it, I did it, I needed it. Juan wanted to throw the book at him, the only way out was a teen marriage, but not pregnant. 15 and 17.
We went wild, my Mother took me to see a doctor about my sex drive, she told my mother I was overactive but normal, but since I was married let me get it out of my system. We tried but it didn't get out of my system. Needing money my husband went into the service and left me alone. I got real friendly with the man who worked at Sears. I was a senior and he was forty eight. He liked me getting naked and squirming on the bed, bending my back and opening and closing my legs. He was tall and strong, and in my mind he had a big dick, I loved holding his big hard dick in my hand. He liked it too. But when my husband found out it was divorce city.
I am now with a man in his fifties, a big bear of a man, six two, two forty, big belly, and he likes small girls and I am the small girl he likes. I invent ways for him to screw me, he invents ways for me to show off. We are a sex couple, We get together for sex. Juan doesn't approve, my Mother doesn't approve. What they don't understand is that I like it, I want it.
