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For instance... From my side of the equation I often savored the surprising sexual intensity of corrupting adorable Ashley's type of innocence and stuffy cultural norms. I think she in turn felt a surprising surge of new sexual power and how she could use that over me and most of the men she would meet in the future. I absolutely loved feeling her new raw sexual desires for "fresh cock." I loved luring her over the edge and into wild abandonment. I loved promoting new fantasies and feeling her genuine excitement climb until her beautiful body would literally shake. I loved coaxing her into a new found daily masturbation; loved grooming her ability to fantasize new and old sexual exploits; loved how easily she "got off" while pretending guys were impregnating her when she let them "cum inside;" loved hearing her fantasize giving birth to this guy's or that guy's baby and how that would impact me; how she loved doing new things that she and I had never done; how she loved secret rendezvous that I didn't know about until after the fact and the power that made her feel; loved hearing about how she often needed to take breaks during work to get herself off in the bathrooms; how she loved going into business meetings with no panties and with a flush she always got post orgasm; how she regularly removed them so she could "do it" in her car on the long commute home; how exciting it was to be fingering herself in traffic jams while staring at some guy in a car next to her; how she liked acquiring guys she could just drop in and fuck on her way home if she felt like it; how she always sized up new acquaintances as "fuckable or not fuckable;" how she reveled in the knowledge she could fuck anyone she wanted to without anyone's permission; how she discovered so many people around her could easily be fucked... Like her doctors, her bosses, fellow workers, neighbors, neighbor's sons, old friends, and new friends; how she loved living this new paradigm of complete and utter sexual freedom without a shred of guilt; how it made her feel more evolved, more hip, more relaxed than all of her repressed associates; and how she reveled in her exciting secret life while listening to her colleagues discuss their own doggystyle sexual frustrations. From a societal point of view was Ashley corrupted and some kinda slut? Absolutely! But from a guiltless freedom based point of view, she was one of the most amazingly beautiful and genuinely happy woman you would ever meet. It just didn't matter skinny that much to her what "normal" people thought anymore. Straight, repressed, judgmental types were the worst kind of "fucked up people" and people to be pitied. What mattered to Ashley was the "stable core center" she felt and had with me. The deep bonding this new sexuality created in us was very real and much more incredible than anything we had prior in our marriage. In a similar way, Ashley loved seducing me into complete adoration and servitude. She knew how well I understood and appreciated her sexual free thinking, her uniqueness, her powerful sexual appeal, the petite control it gave her over men, and how there was never any "going back." She marveled at the depth of sexual intensity I felt watching her aggressively fuck someone; watching and coaxing her into outrageous exhibitionism; and especially the extreme sexual intensity I felt with her controlling me right down into mild cuckold humiliation. She often didn't understand it but knew I was feeling things worthy of her envy. So it worked for both of us... Powerfully, but in ways that were often quite different from each other. Sexual Truth Serum It's pretty hard to beat the white hot intimate sex you experience with your lover straight while you both are edging close to orgasms and sharing deeply hidden fantasies. It adorable was just such a wondrous flavor. She was never going to let herself stop lactating, and she was always going to need someone to milk her udders for her, because she was a stupid slutty cow. I want that wet dick of yours inside me. I need your sperm," she said in a very serious but gentle manner. It was to be a threesome! “You’re not exactly naked, that hairy bush does a good job of hiding your pussy and we haven’t seen your tits at all yet,” Miss straight Jones petite insisted. Mum was fast asleep now, as were Dad and Marie. “Are you complaining?” doggystyle Sujata asked, smiling. They sat in the comfortable back seat of his luxury car and Aruna gave the skinny driver directions to her place. Backed up congealed fluid in the prostate. You are doing a too good a job at the moment. I don't think we should do it again!"