Monsterx

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Gender: Bi-Sexual Male
Age: 36
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About Monsterx:

I love sharing my life stories and knowing I can make someone else wet or cum.

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It's now happened 3 times, maybe in brief and posted here it will have the effect of release.

I suffer depression from a scaring sexual abuse history as a child from 11- 15, every few years I'm asked to see a therapist and each time I have, it's resulted in me banging them.

My first was at 16, she asked questions I answered, within two weeks we were having our sessions in the nude, then in the spa then I was spending my sessions inside her, which she was allowing me to do anything I pleased, after a month I was bored, I stopped seeing her and she turned into a stalker, leaving her stained underwear in places where I would find them, front door, my room door, school bus, school bag some days, some help she was this went on for a good part of that year.

Then it happend again at 20, another sexual therapist, she asked I answered, by the end of the week she'd come onto me-- she actully gave me a hotel room key as a hint, I went, her husband was in the room when I got there, he explained that he was there to watch and play a submissive role for me, I was use him as a slave, when she arrived I put him in charge of filming and drinks, I took his very small framed wife and literally fucked the shit out of her and till she past out from being absolutely hammered in every position I could put her in, and whole she was out cold I had him clean us both up and ice her pussy,
When she woke up she fed me a little blue pill, and asked me to do it again, so I did, for the entire weekend, she asked me to move in with her befor we left the hotel, she drove me and made her husband catch a cab, and for the next six months she paid me to play her sex partner, we went to swinging clubs to pick up, we held and attend a Gang bang party every two weeks, we meet up with swinging couples as offen as we could, and her husband watched and cleaned up everything
I knew I was out when I was at the point of helping their kids with their homework while she was riding me cowgirl style on the kitchen bench at breakfast nere the end, I remember one Sunday lunch I used the mother in laws napkin to wipe my cock after a very enjoyable anal sex session that ended at the family lunch table, we had been walking around I loved her curling up into a ball so I could pick her up from behind and fit her on my cock and walk around just lifting and slamming her down as hard as I wanted, I was high and the impact wasn't real for me at that point, but that was the last straw for me and I was out,,,,,

The last was this week, it was my third session, and my therapist was clearly touching herself while I was talking, she offered hypno I let her think she was putting me under, she pulled out me cock and sucked me hard then took a few pics and then without a condom got on and rode me till she cum, then dressed and woke me up, I kept relaxed and told her I felt relived and excited not knowing why after that, and extremely horny,,,,,,,the session was extended for a few more hours, due to me just kissing her then going down on her, fuck it, this time I'll play.

I am I dirty blonde with a size C bra cup and have pretty nice hips, I like wearing yoga pants and I love getting the stares.

But one guy was different, you see I have a next door neighbor and he is pretty hot, and I am not just saying that by the way his face looks. Both of our rooms are opposite of each other, about 10 feet across the lawn. One day when I was just about to go to sleep, I looked out my window and saw him jacking off. This was fucking amazing like all my dreams had come true and his dick was just as I imagined, 8 in, wet, and so fucking hard. Before I knew it my clothes were already off and I was fucking myself. I was so wet that the chair to my desk was soaking and I felt so hot. I wanted him to fuck me then and there. As I was beginning to climax I saw that he was too, and he was going so hard. We both did it at the same time. But I wanted more, I felt like a stalker but I put my clothes back on and walked over to his place.

I was a little nervous at first and was pacing in the front yard whether I should go knock or not but I figure I wanted this fuck so bad might as well. Right as I was about to get there and knock the door opened and he was there, first thing I saw was his cock bulging almost right out of his shorts. "Hello?" he said. as you could tell he was having a pretty good night and for me to just go and ruin it might have been a bad plan but this was better. "Uh...hi can I come in?" I was pretty brief and I didn't want to wait. "sure" he said looking me up and down (I was wearing really small short shorts and had a pretty tight white tank top on) and then I knew this was going to happen. Before I realized he took me into his bedroom, he knew what I wanted and he wanted it too.

Before I noticed he threw me on the bed and started kissing me, I was thinking is this really happening? I thought he must have wanted it too because sometimes I watch hard porn too and I may have forgotten to close the window. So as you can imagine he wanted it too. He kissed my neck as he started to take my tank top off exposing my tits that were hard and it started to get hot. He started sucking on my tits and he was rubbing my clit through my shorts. "yess, mmm" I moaned. Now it was my turn, we flipped around and I took out his bulging cock and sucked hard, to make him get hard more I, would let out mmm. and he would moan. This was so fucking amazing I sucked him until he climaxed and ate all of his cum which was warm, a little dropped down and slid across my breasts. But then I heard the front door open and it was his mom coming to check on him. naturally we had to clean up quick and I had to sneak out his window, he gave my ass a little smack and whispered, "this isn't over" but for god I wanted him to fuck me. At this point I was so horny I wanted any guy to fuck me. but I had to wait. Now after that which was a couple hours ago, I want to have to have a gang bang or something to calm me down. What do you guys think?

Bad Vibrations 2

My first post “Bad Vibrations” I told about my masturbating on my bed, fully nude before taking a shower and my son’s best friend, Sean, unbeknownst to me, watching all of it and everything. Apparently he stayed over after a night of partying. I demanded he leave which he did but not after begging me to have intercourse with him.

Well, what I didn’t say, is that Sean hasn’t stopped texting me about his desires saying he can’t stop thinking about me even going as far as sending dick pics and full nude shots of himself masturbating. He’s all of nineteen! I will admit, see him masturbating is arousing so I understand his seeming obsession. No sooner do I post my story on this site than the next morning he knocks on my door. I let him in for coffee. We spoke about what happened and he again is begging me to make love with him. He’s nineteen and I’m forty one! I’m flattered but come on, there would be no future and just a fuck and my vibrator keeps me satisfied and will do, until a proper relationship enters my life. I told him that and he left but is still texting. I don’t want my son knowing what happened that day but I don’t need a stalker either.

Needed The Work

I own a HVAC company started off small and a few years back it exploded. Had some growing pains but have worked through it and has put a good amount of cash in my pocket. I have a rather small office 4 people in my office one HR 1 accounts payables myself and an office worker answers phones mainly from desk clerical stuff. She is fairly new in her mid 30s married with kids 2 to be exact 6 and 4. For having 2 kids Heather her name is in good shape. She is a stalker blond straight hair blue eyes slim waist nice big tits and a rather larger then normal ass. I had often wondered what she would look like naked or bent over my desk. I like to eat pussy and ass and have thought of her many times. I’m not married divorced the ex before my business exploded got lucky. We have been extremely busy and had been doing some field work since we were short handed. After a few weeks I was able to hire a few more techs and I spent more time in the office. My account payable girl wa sailing out on maternity leave she was prego and was grooming Heather to take over while she was off. Heather took it over and my old AP girl decided she wanted to stay permanently off and let us know. Heather was doing a great job and jokingly I said well i better start looking for a new AP hire. We laughed and continued to work. That afternoon around 3:45 we close at 3:30 the office anyways she came into my office and asked to talk to me. She did that she thought I was doing a great job and is not sure why I would hire another person for what she was doing. She in fact was hoping to take the position and possibly get a bump in pay. Before she could say anything she started to wear a bit and said she would do anything for me. I walked over to her and put my hands on her shoulder she was sitting down and I closed the door and asked her really anything. She looked at me and said yes. I thought man I could be really fucking up here but seeing her tits there it got the best over me and I said I would gladly accept anything you wanted to do but I definitely wouldn’t force or ask you to do anything you don’t want to do. She dropped to her knees undid her blouse let her tits pop out and started to lick my crotch through my pants. My cock was out I sat back and she licked sucked tits fuck me and let me blow my load down her throat. I stood her up she was just standing in her skirt. I bent her over my desk lifted her skirt over took my time licking each ass cheek and finally finger fucking her and tongue if her at the same time. I had my tongue in her ass and my finger in her pussy. My cock was hard again and i took both holes for the next 30 minutes or so. Blew my load in her. Had some good kisses and we went on our way. She comes in the morning says good morning shows me her tits and ass then goes back to work. During the day she often flashes me. At the end of the day I drop my nut a few times in various holea. Yes she is my new AP girl yes she got a bump in pay. She is very happy I’m very happy although her and her husband are having problems and have recently separated. She moved into a rental that I own.

Cheating On My Husband With My Stalker

A few days ago I cheated on my husband with a much older man in our apartment complex (Whom i'll be referring to as Mr. M for privacy) and the experience changed me.

My husband and I have been married for 2 years, he's 26 and very invested in his work, much to a point where I am alone at home almost every day taking care of house wife duties. This last year my husband made it pretty clear that he thinks he might be asexual, he still loves me and finds me attractive but I suspect he sees me more as a trophy wife that he can show off to his colleagues and friends. And honestly I still love him, but I know I can't tell him about this.

Mr. M on the other hand, has been clearly interested in me, almost like a stalker. He's far older, perhaps late 50's, overweight, tall, balding and overall not attractive by any means. His apartment is on the far edge of the apartment complex overlooking the mail boxes and the laundry room. Ever since we moved here, Mr. M has always watched me, try to start small talk, compliment me and occasionally offer me g*fts (sweets, fruit, alcohol etc). So I've made it a habit to avoid being alone with him, Until a few days ago.

Story starts here;

I was doing laundry, when Mr. M came wandering in. He pretended to buy something from the vending machine while making his usual small talk. I then noticed that the laundry detergent was left on top of a cabinet that I absolutely cannot reach (I'm rather small). I asked Mr. M for help reaching it and he picked me up by my waist to reach it, the only thing I could think about was just how big his hands were, his fingers met in the middle of my waist. I felt like a doll in his hands. I froze up right there and he set me down, got the detergent himself and finished doing my laundry for me while I just stood there trembling. He started the machine and offered to give me some water at his place. I agreed and followed him home, My mind already made up about this. My husband wouldn't be home for about 7 hours.

Once inside Mr.M's apartment he wasted no time, he read me like a book. We made out on his couch while his hands felt me up, I clung to him desperately. That's when I felt his cock through his sweatpants, it felt like a baseball bat pressing against my stomach. I reached down to feel it and Mr. M got up and took the sweats off, presenting himself to me. Now, I'm sure every story here talks about the biggest cock they've ever seen, but it truly was. My husband was not even half as thick or as long as Mr. M. I tried to suck him off but I could barely the head in my mouth, but he tasted amazing, strong, earthy and the musk it gave off filled my nose and made my head swim.

Before long he had me on my back, easily pulling my panties off from under my sundress and his monstrous cock pressed against my slick shaven pussy. He told me he got a vasectomy so we didn't need to worry about a condom which honestly wasn't even my first concern. I was more worried about how I could accommodate such a beast. I didn't have to worry about that for long. Mr. M started slow, but forcefully, his strong hands guiding my hips as he pumped into me like a fleshlight. this went on for hours, I came twice and he finished inside me, he came soo much... inside me. I felt it shoot straight into my womb. There's no way the neighbors couldn't hear my screams or the couch slamming into the wall for hours. I don't even know what to say about it now. Mr.M fucked me like no man has ever done before, the best sex I have ever had.

Now I can't stop thinking about it, even now while writing this as my husband is about to leave for his office for about 7 hours. Should I do some more laundry today?

Night In A Diaper

My lesbian wife is 38 years old, and is wonderful. I love having sex with her and will try to please her in anyway she wants. She does the same for me. she will often have me dress in a miniskirt with no panties or bra, usually a very light material type of blouse so my really dark nipples show. Last night she wanted me to wear an adult diaper. I guess I knew what was coming but I did it for her. She's never asked anything like this before.

I had on a pair of female depends, an ultra short miniskirt, white blouse made of very thin material. We went to a restaurant. After a couple of drinks I excused myself telling her I had to visit the ladies. She asked why and I told her I had to pee, I'd waited too long after a full glass of water and 3 mixed drinks. She said to sit and let it go. I really was self conscious but within about 15 minutes I couldn't hold it. By my silence she knew I was peeing in my diaper. She asked and blushing I said yes that I did it in my diaper. I stayed at the table and through dinner and more drinks, I let it go again. She by the way got up and went to the ladies room. I had to stay at the table. When we left, the diaper was hanging low between my legs, visible from the back under my mini skirt. I was almost in tears leaving.

She wouldn't let me change out of the diaper when we got home. But she took off my clothes leaving the sagging, wet diaper on me. Sitting on the couch cuddling in front of the television, I tried to get up to go to the toilet, again was told no. I explained that I didn't have to pee this time, and she said she wanted me right there, next to her. I finally couldn't hold it and I went. The smell was terrible, and she got me up, guided me by my hand into the bedroom where she took the diaper off me. There was plastic on the bed and with all the dirt and liquid still on me, she licked me to orgasm, I did the same to her, and then she and I scissored outway to another few orgasms. She kissed me and told me to go get cleaned up.

I came back all clean, she moved the plastic off the bed and I started to get in bed with her, but she held up another diaper. I slept the night in the diaper and instead of getting up in the night and the next morning I let it go. She's never made love to me like that before. I'll keep doing what she wants to have the best sex we've ever had. It's not my thing, but it gets her flaming hot and I want to do it for her.

I'm Really The Wife To Two People Right Now,

Not too kinki or anything like that. I am 29, a lesbian, married to another lesbian, living in the suburbs. The man next door is the classic toxic male but he drives me crazy in the sexual way. He looks at my chest, and down between my legs, back up to my chest, before looking me in the eye. For a lesbian, he tells me, you make a good fuck.

When we decided to have a child, my wife and me, we decided to ask him. Afterall he had all but already fucked me and he was handy and smart and good looking. We started by asking his wife if she would loan him to us for a baby. She wanted to know which one of us and I told her it was me, but my wife also wanted a baby, so maybe both of us?

She agreed to talk to him, we agreed on the 'terms and conditions', and we had a dinner and after dinner I went back to the bedroom to get ready, he came in and he was Tarzan and he left me with his mark and his scent. My wife came in afterwards and told me that she was going to wait to see if I got pregnant before she tried. Now in order to make sure you are pregnant you do this more than once, but we shouldn't have worried, I was pregnant, a fertile girl if there was one.

He made my wife pregnant too two months later and nothing happened really until after we gave birth. His wife wanted to help us after delivery and show us how to care for the babies. She told me that her husband wanted to have a closer relationship with me, a man and wife type relationship where he got sex often. It wasn't what we planned but that's what we did and he came over, with his wife of course, they always came together, and the 'wives' sat in the den while he had sex with me. It was fairly obvious that I enjoyed it, or I wouldn't have agreed. He has strong hands and gets his business on the way and I lay back and enjoy it. He makes me orgasm before finishing with me and I nurse his little sperms in me afterwards.

His wife can't have kids because she let herself get sterilized when she was nineteen, so it's us, we are the ones who have to have the babies for them. He's potent, his sperm doesn't lie around, and I got pregnant again for him.

It's a bit of a mixed bag, his wife likes for him to have sex with me, and I like it too. My wife isn't into him, but she understands that I need his strong hands and I like for him to fuck me. So the 'wives' have their life talking women's talk and all while I suck on his dick and lay back for him to fuck me. I know, I am not totally lesbian, I figured that out. I'm bisexual or maybe even straight with a lesbian wife. He deserves a wife who can bear for him and I deserve a husband to bear for. It's just nature doing it's thing.

I Just Celebrated My 5th Anniversary With A Husband

I'm being serious. I am a lesbian wife of a man 14 years older. I met him at work. He was divorced with two children and his exwife ran off with some guy from California. He was looking for a woman to have in his home, he is one of those men that needs to have a woman around. Yes, to do the cooking and cleaning. And also, help when his children are visiting.

On my side I was a lowly purchasing clerk with no future. I have trouble committing and all my experiences ended in leaving. I was 32 and staring at the walls of an empty apartment. In a very sketchy part of town, with a 1996 Civic. Actually the conversation with him started over the Civic. I needed repairs that I couldn't afford and my credit card was maxed out and he was considering giving me a personal loan to get my car fixed. He is the one that said, why don't you come over and do some housework and work of the loan the way. The amount was 1,700.

I don't do housework in my work clothes. I went over in an old pair of jean shorts and T. I'm serious. He pinched my nipple. He apologized but the ice was broken. He pushed my top off and got in my pants and performed his he-man scene on me. Only once before in my life had I had sex with a male, and that was when I was fourteen and I have bad memories of it. But now I was there and he was finishing, pumping like crazy, holding me down hard with his hands on my shoulders, saying things like 'God damn I like pussy'. When he got off I was all wet, I was dripping when I went to the bathroom to clean up. I had never had cum run down my legs before. When I came out of the bathroom he told me he wanted me to come to him and he wanted to fuck me again.

Again, yes the time wasn't immediate, but he was just as hard the second time and this time he talked to me all they way through it, grabbing my face and telling me to keep eye contact with him while he fucked me. He told me things like 'there is a reason women get fucked', that he didn't realize how much he wanted me, don't tell him if I had ever been fucked before he didn't want to hear it, he wanted to wake up and smell me beside him. He was just as intense when he came the second time, squeezing the last drop out so as not to cheat me.

I lost my head and after two weeks I married him on an escape weekend. For months after I got married he fucked me every time he could, he was pissed enough when I had my period and took it out on me as soon as I was available to him again. I had never had sex like that in my life. I had never even thought about a man's lust for a woman. To say he destroyed my pussy, that's how I felt. I was scared my pussy would never be the same again. My social circle were all lesbians and they were the only ones that I could talk to, and to a T they all said go for it, he gets the pussy and I get the money. We were all poor lesbians.

The honeymoon was over slowly, the sex was just as intense but not as often. He sat at the table to watch me do women's work. Calling me to him to pinch my nipples or kiss me. I got nice clothes and a new car and he moved into a much nicer place with me. He wanted a place with three bedrooms so when his kids came they each had their bedroom. He had this thing about watching me clean with my ass up and I got slapped on the ass a lot or he grabbed my pussy from the back and called me to the bedroom. I learned a lot about an erection, and grabbing it and I chocked on it when I first put it in my mouth for him.

I'm 37 now and life is normal. He helps with the household chores, but I do most everything. I can work if I want to but I don't have to. I took two years off to get my head straight and get a masters. I am back to being a lesbian and having all those lesbian feelings. Like a volcano erupting they came back with a vengeance. Sex with him is obligatory, I lay back and he makes love to me, but that feeling when I first got married is gone and I don't know if it will ever come back to me. I'll be honest, during those days when he started fucking me it did something to me. I'll never run off with some guy from California.

Lucky Or Unlucky I Don't Know Which, I Married A Man, But Divorced Him

When I was fourteen my neighbor friend and I shaved our pubes. We shaved each other. It was the first time that I really touched and examined a girl. She lay on her back and let her legs open so I could discover. Nothing drawings do justice to. I found her clit and her vagina and rubbed her clit and stuck my finger in her vagina. Only after that did I kiss her pussy, with all my might and stuck my tongue in. She repeated the favor. We were off and running. We had no after school supervision, we lay naked on the bed and sucked tits and fingered pussy and ate pussy and kissed heavily. Something in us had been set loose.

As we went through high school we became more and more amorous. We held hands when watching a movie, we hugged and kissed gently. My parents were tolerant, sure it was a phase of adolescence. Her parents were more worldly and witnessed their daughter become a full blood lesbian. Neither set of parents stopped us, or commented negatively. It was far better for us to play lesbian than end up pregnant. The pragmatic answer.

In college I was thrown to the ground and a guy got on me. He held me down so I couldn't move and humped my ass until I let my legs open. He got on his knees and pulled my pants down, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. He shoved his penis in, one shove, before he 'fucked' me, and came inside me. I found out that I was girlfriend material and spent the rest of college in his bed, with my legs open.

I got married right after graduation, as he was ROTC and had joined the Navy. We moved to San Diego and he went off on his ship and I went to work as a bookkeeper in a small accounting firm. In the apartments were we lived I met this girl Jessica. She liked to shave her pussy and asked me if I wanted her to shave me. There on my back as she shaved all my pubes away, there on my elbows with my butt in the air as she 'bleached' my anus. Only after I was completely shaved clean and my anus bleached did she eat me. I learned from Jessica that anal oral sex was amazing.

Jessica worked for a Chiropractor as a receptionist, and she worked out at the gym and asked me to join her. By the time I saw my husband again I had small guns to show him for the effort. He wasn't turned on by my shaved and bleached anus, and didn't want me that way. I didn't look like a woman. Letting my pubes grow out again, even groomed, I didn't like them. I preferred the totally naked look on me. And I missed Jessica's tongue on my anus, and the groping and kissing that went along with it. By the time we hit the one year mark, we were getting divorced and I went full on back to Jessica.

In SC being lesbian just wasn't what it was in my hometown. It seemed that everyone was lesbian, we did not have anything to do with men, and only socialized around women. Lots of girl couples, some old and some young. and here and there a mother daughter type relationship. Without any boundaries, without anyone castigating us for being lesbian, we went down the path of most lesbians at the time. We were proud of our bodies, as we were into body sculpture, and we had no problem showing off our now empowered vulvas at the pool in the complex. NO MEN allowed, or something like that, nothing but lesbians lived at this complex.

We just got back from one of our cruises, this time we went to the Mediterranean. We saw Greece and Turkey, the water looks nice but it is not user friendly. On the ship we met a couple, our age, who were friendly. She is lesbian, but married at twenty when she got pregnant. She has been married thirty years to her husband, thirty years married to a man, and she is a very definitely a lesbian. Oh, and she had three children. She isn't one that brings it up, we had to draw it out of her. It's just what happened to her.

That could have been me if I had not met Jessica. Married to a Navy man, with three kids, living off base, socializing with other Navy wives. That some of us were lesbians would not have changed a thing. For lesbians having their husbands at sea was never a problem. But a good Navy lesbian wife never turns her back on her husband.

On A Naughty Night In Las Vegas I Married A Man I Met There

As a young woman out of college I escaped to the big city. I was happy to be anonymous. Happy to let myself free. I looked for and found a place where I could go, a place where I could dance with women. I used a name, Lucy, when I went out like that. Sometimes I woke up in a bed, sometimes I went home to my pillow. But I was where I wanted to be, in the city, where it didn't matter, I could find what I was looking for.

But when I was all of 24 I went with some girlfriends that I had met in the city, to a long weekend in Las Vegas. I had serious feelings for this one girl and we paired off into one of the two bedrooms rented. It was our 'wedding' night. We had brought wedding night gowns and frilly panties, we had oils for a deep massage. We brought a camera to photograph ourselves in love. We did what wedding night couples do, had sex all night until the sun comes up.

We slept hard until after noon, we met our friends later that evening, we had made arrangement for an all male strip show. We were going to be as naughty as we could. We left the strip club and walked and walked and went into a bar we found to sit down. It was quiet inside, and dark. We sat against the wall at a table. Men came over to hit on us, pull us up and take us onto the dance floor, we looked back at the others sitting, as an old man put his hands on our backsides. It was naughty night.

I woke up the next morning in a man's room at the Hilton. He had had his way with me, and there was no denying it. I was wearing a wedding band. He came over to me, and lifted me up and put me down face first on the bed and had sex with me doggie style. After sex he told me to turn around and suck on his dick. I faced my first dick looking up to him, I sucked his dick. Now what?

I was married the night before at some wedding chapel. My friends had signed as witnesses, but not my 'bride'. I found her upset and crying. I had married a man and gone to his hotel with him. She was cold to me, pulled away when I tried to touch her. I was married, to a man.

He lived in another big city, he had been in Las Vegas on business. Divorced from his first wife, with two kids he lived in a rented apartment. When he left for work I sat on the sofa and cried my eyes out until I couldn't cry any more. I had instructions on how to get to the supermarket, it was two blocks away, he had left me money, so I could get something and fix him dinner.

I refused to go to Las Vegas after I got married. Never went back. I've been all over the world. I had to make friends with his exwife, and help raise his children. I gave in, and had two kids of my own in my thirties. He's a nice man, he has been a good provider, I live well and I retired early. After forty years of being married I still feel dirty undressing before him. I accepted my fate by closing my eyes when he made his advances. I never purposely refused him, I was married to him.

I've have one very, very close friend for over thirty years. We travel together, we talk every day, we share everything. We were very active as younger women, but as older women we are more than sisters, but affections are guarded unless we are traveling. Never at home. That was our mantra. Never at home. I am married. Always at her place. No other woman slept in the bed my husband slept in.

We found cruising, we always have a nice cabin, my husband has never refused me. One bed, one week, when we can just be married at sea. On our breast we have a small tattoo, it was an indulgence. Two little hearts. My husband bit me when I came home with it, and bruised me. A hickey. But after more than 25 years with it, he runs his finger over it, and plants little kisses on my love tattoo.

He asks me if I am happy, I am. If he had known about me, he wouldn't have married me. But that night, in a Marriage Chapel, at 3 a.m. we were being naughty.