On May 22, 1999 at the Strathcona Hotel in Victoria, British Columbia.
Excuse? If I don't want to then I don't want to. I don't need to make up some lie.
I knew I'd arrived when I won the best Non-Consent story of 2003 on Literotica. That encouraged me to pursue writing as more than just an outlet for my personal issues and now, eleven years later, I'm writing non-fiction and getting paid for it, too!
"There is a God and He's a chef in Malibu."
During my pregnancies I notice I follow a pattern:
First trimester I want to fuck all the time.
Second trimester, not so much.
Third trimester, not at all.
And it's usually 6 weeks or so after the baby comes before I'm interested in sex again.
I've done MFF more times than I can count. But I am not the least bit interested in MMF. Guys poking into each other's cum is just a little too gay for my tastes...and, yes, that's totally a double standard and I don't give a shit!
It's almost fifteen years ago now! My how time flies!
tl;dr version of the story is my first time was late in the evening with a condom and then a few hours later he went for round two and I was sleepy and didn't say much as we got started. It was only after he came and then rolled off of me that I realized he'd come in me unprotected...scariest thing I ever did in my life up to that point.
"There is a God and he's a chef in Malibu."
My G-spot is Harrod's in London.
