A person's body tells a lot about them. Someone with a strong, sturdy body is made to work, a lithe, supple body is made to dance and some women are said to be made to bear children. My body was made to sin.
I have large, firm breasts that don't need a bra to be perky. I'll be the first to admit that I have a luscious ass - it's round and full. I've got full lips that fit perfectly around a hard cock. I wouldn't trade my body with a skinny gal for anything. Women that have a little meat on them - women that are voluptuous - are the truly sexy ones. Think of Marilyn Monroe, Suzanne Somers. The curves, the smooth skin over something other than bones. What would you rather lay on? A hard, wood bench or a plush, cushioned couch? I rest my case.
It took me a long time to love my body - it actually wasn't until my first sexual experience that I began to. I realized the too-big tits and ass that-stuck-out-to-there were assets, not flaws. When I learned what this body was made to do, I saw it in a whole new light. I love being photographed - showing off what Nature gave me to excite the passions of others. Every inch of me is made for one thing - sex. Plain and simple; and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I thought it was going to be yet another typical and terrible Monday, but midway through the workday I received a phone call from a male friend of mine I'd been casually seeing. It was always a treat hanging out with him because even though we'd never officially done the deed, we talked about it a great deal. The air around us was always crackling with sexual tension! He was going out of town for a few days and wanted to spend a few hours with me before his flight left. He picked me up from work, and we went back to my place. We were doing our usual, talking about sex and getting all hot and bothered with the mere mention of past dirty deeds and torrid trysts. I asked him to tell me about his dick...to tell me what it looked like. He seemed to get very turned on by the idea of describing his cock for me, from the look of the large bulge that began growing in his pants. A little shy at first, he soon got into it, and began getting very explicit. I could no longer control myself and begged him to let me see this magnificent cock he was describing for me. Glady, he pulled his smooth, hard dick out of his pants and I found myself going in for a much closer look. Quickly, I had him in my hand and was slowing licking around the head and along the length of his shaft. He moaned and begged me to suck him. I slowly slid my lips over the head, sucking it, and went down and took all of him inside of my mouth. I fell into my own rhythm, running my tongue along the underside of his dick as I came up. Soon, he put his hand on my head and pushed me up and down on this dick, as I struggled to keep up with the pace he desired.
"I'm going to cum," he cried out, but I knew this already. I latched on and sucked even harder as loads of his hot, sticky cum shot into my mouth. I continued sucking, slowly, milking every last drop out of his throbbing cock as he shuddered. I pulled away with one long, last suck and swallowed every drop he had pumped into my mouth. I gave him a sexy grin, and swiped at my mouth with back of my hand. There wasn't much time to do anything else, so I got him a towel and he cleaned himself up. He had only 10 minutes now to make it to the airport, and he gave me a quick, appreciative hug and was out the door.
All worked up myself, I sauntered into the bathroom and quickly climbed in the tub; my favorite place to masturbate. A few moments of rubbing myself was all it took to bring on my own thundering orgasm. I got out, and started making dinner when the phone rang. It was a male friend of mine I hadn't seen in almost a month. The last time we had got together had been hot, and I was so excited just to hear his voice on the phone asking if he could come over. An hour later, he was knocking on the door and soon after that we were allover each other on the couch. My hand snaked down his pants before I realized what I was doing. He moved off of me to give me easier access, and I soon had his hard cock out and in my hand. I quickly went down, licking his balls all the way up to the head teasingly. “Put it in your mouth,” he said in husky voice, but I felt he needed a little more teasing first. I slid my lips softly over the head, barely caressing it and flicking my tongue over his hole before pulling back again. I ran my tongue along his impressive length a few times, before returning to lightly tease the head. He was moaning and asked me again to take him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue a few more times around the head, before suddenly taking his entire cock in my mouth. He groaned and grabbed my hair. I started off very slowly, going all the way down and pausing – sucking him deep into my throat – then moving back up while sliding my tongue along the underside of his cock. Apparently it felt good – too good. His hands tightened in my hair, pulling it and he began pushing me down on him, forcing me to speed up. Always happy to comply, I accelerated my rhythm, adding my hand to the base of his cock and matching my stroking with my sucking. It was but a few seconds of this when I heard a low “oh god” and I felt the first stream of hot cum pouring into my mouth. He came so much, he almost choked me, but I didn’t stop swallowing and milking the last drops from him. I sat back on my heels and watched him trying to catch his breath. Who ever thought a Monday could be so enjoyable?
I lost my virginity at a Motel 6 in the summer of 1996. It didn't start out especially pleasant. We'd rented the room, along with another couple, to do just that. However, just previous to the renting of the room, my best friend and I had gotten our belly-buttons pierced - and liquored ourselves up with a bottle of Vodka between us to calm our nerves (it was my first extraneous piercing). I vaguely remember some heavy making out before I passed out. The next thing I remember was hanging over the toilet bowl with my first mate holding my hair. Rather than take advantage of me, he took care of me. We went back to bed after I expelled the evil fluids from my body - and awoke in the early morning hours. He looked at me and said, "Let's take a shower together."
We took turns soaping each other up, washing each other's hair and spent a great deal of time caressing each other's wet, slick body parts. We kissed under the pounding water and he lifted me up and tried to enter me. I was so tight; we had problems. We got out of the shower and commenced on a towel we'd spread out on the bathroom floor, and then somehow ended up with me sitting on the counter near the sink. I'm sure this tight pussy he seemed to be having trouble getting into was frustrating, but he didn't show it. He smiled at me, grabbed a bottle of conditioner and slathered it all over his cock - then rubbed some on me. He slid into me, slowly, in one fluid motion and my life was changed forever. I'll never forget that initial sensation of having a hard cock sink deep inside of me. That first moan - a mixture of sudden, intense pleasure and mild, pleasant surprise. A fiend was born.