Today, I exchanged messages with a woman in her mid 40s who lives near Oldham. She and her husband are 'swingers', permanently horny. They are looking for others to join them. Unfortunately, they have enough applicants.
I'm working this week - it's my own business - and alone in my office. The exchange of messages made me horny. I don't know the woman. Nor do I know what shape or size she is, but I want her badly and believe I can smell her juices. I wanked a few minutes ago and am now soggy in my underpants, but the desire is still there. I want this anonymous woman while her husband watches or even joins in. If I went into her home, I would bend her over the arm of her settee, lift up her skirt and take her from behind in both holes. Hey ho, no chance of that. They have all the applicants they need, but one day, there will be a vacancy. Till then, I will fantasize about her...
Oh yes, I had sex this morning with a beautiful librarian. A bit risky: her husband was out for only an hour...
Thursday, 30 December 2010
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