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Instead, we just had pure raw sex together, as Chris and I both reveled in candidly sharing our sexuality with each other, and freely experimenting with all sorts of taboo homosexual-style acts. I have to admit that Chris and I ended up trying some pretty bizarre things together, like inserting straightened-out bobby pins deep down inside of our own--as well as, each other's--urethras. I didn’t even know what “frotting” was, until many years later. But that didn’t stop Chris and me from doing it on a regular basis. There was just something very special and exciting about rubbing--and playfully beating ("sword fighting")--our two erect dicks together, until we ended up squirting sperm all over each other's dick-heads. However, the vast majority of our sexual encounters involved mutual masturbation exclusively. And we were so secretive about everything, that no one ever discovered our adolescent sexual relationship. Hardcore Looking back on my secret sexual relationship with Chris, I can tell you that there were at least four distinct advantages to my having sex with another guy , instead of with a girl : 1) I never had to fetish worry about the possibility that I might get Chris pregnant, which meant that birth control measures were totally unnecessary. 2) Chris didn't have a monthly menstrual period, and therefore he was always ready-and-willing to have sex with me at any time of the month. 3) Since Chris and I both had penises, he instinctively knew exactly how to handle my penis in just the right ways that would turn me on the most. 4) Chris closely related to--and innately understood--my sexuality (my sexual feelings, desires, struggles, and insecurities) in a way that no girl or woman ever would. Throughout our long-lasting adolescent sexual relationship I never asked Chris to have sex with me. Not once. He was always the one who would come over to my house, and verbally let me know that he wanted to have sex with me, if I was interested. And naturally, thanks to my super-strong libido, I was just about always interested. But in our particular relationship, Chris--who was a year older than me and much larger than me (physically)--preferred to play the more-aggressive, dominant role (the masculine role, if you will), and I was always more than happy to play the more-passive, submissive role (the traditionally feminine role). That way, Chris was always the one who actively seduced me into having sex with him. And I was always the one who passively cooperated with him--but only on my own terms, mind you. And I have to admit that I was pretty much a real "bitch" about things too, because I put my foot down from the very beginning of our sexual relationship, and demanded that Chris have sex with me only in the ways that I wanted him to--that is, if he wanted to keep on doggy style having sex with me in the future. And yes, you just read that right. In order for me to keep the upper hand in Chris's and my sexual relationship, I was intentionally using sex as a weapon, just like many of you women out there do (or have done, at some time in the past). You might find this kind of strange, but Brunette for Chris and me, the initial "getting into the mood" phase of our sexual encounters was always a very matter-of-fact kind of thing. Chris and I would always "bargain" first, and then quickly come to a "compromise," before actually starting to have sex with each other. By the term “compromise,” I mean that we did things my way most of the time, missionary and only ended up doing things Chris's way, every once in a while. She fought against him, screaming for her mom to help her, the snarling face of her stepfather as her mom tried pulling him off Cammy then the look of agony on her mother’s face as he shoved her hard off him and she Hardcore fell, her head hitting the corner of the coffee table and the light fading from her eyes. Since Gwen was English, this was not a holiday for them, but they did celebrate it when Hanna was a kid and Ronnie was still in the picture. Finally, I removed my fingers once more and wrapped my hand around my fully erect cock. I put everything in it but it just seems to be blah.” I looked up and saw another man looking down at me. "Oh fuck!" What little cum I still had left splattered the mirror. And further complicating this experiment was that several students took missionary the opportunity to quickly pop my flaccid prick in their mouth and start sucking even though that was against my rules. She and I had a sex life most couples our age could only dream of, and I haven't masturbated in years, at least not without her next to me urging me on. She looked up at him, still hungrily jacking his hard-on. I brushed my hair and put it in a ponytail. fetish Sharon held her until she fell asleep, cleaned herself up, checked the doneness on the chicken, gave it a final basting, before covering it with foil, and lowered the setting enough to keep it from overcooking. How could he possibly control his lust for the boy? I searched for dare and there were these two girls at a library on a webcam. Like a doting father I Brunette adjusted the dress on my little princess, and thereafter continued doing with daddies doggy style don’t usually do – but as some lucky (or merely bold) ones certainly had; I started inappropriately touching the beloved child.