This had me thinking. I never considered numbering how many "guys". And I AM submissive. Before I married at twenty, four. Six months after I married, one. My husband exclusively for sixteen years except for that one man. Then, my husband started me on a path of being shared. In the last four years, thirty two.
A little less than three hours. My husband and I joined one of his clients for dinner at his hotel. I had not met him before. They talked business at the beginning of the dinner but the gentleman's focus turned more and more to me which was unexpected. Later, the man invited us to his room to sample a rare liquor he had brought with him. I was surprised when the man kissed me passionately and did not stop. A short while later the two of us were in his bedroom. My husband came back to the hotel the next norming. Yes, about three hours from meeting to being sexual.
Yes. But the "someone else" takes them.
I am constantly nude in the home. When I choose a vacation spot, nude there if possible. Outdoors in the forest of New Hampshire as well as the deserts of the Mojave.
I have developed a cock worshiping thing. I don't understand it. But, I love them all.
Yes, many enjoyable times. I once orgasmed walking to a picnic table thinking about the person waiting there for me.
This was a few years ago, now. I reluctantly consented to a desire of my husbands. I found the very act of consenting was both intimidating, unnerving, and at the same time arousing. Probably not unusual for some but very much outside of my personal comfort zone. My husband tied me, nude, to a semi comfortable table. I was blindfolded. I could hear. It's true that when you loose one physical sense the others become sharper. I talked but he did not respond. I became aware of others in the room but had no idea who or how many. I was caressed, fondled and kissed, each touch a surprise as to location, pressure and sensation. A great deal happened that I had no control over. The experience evolved into my mouth and vagina being used in a blur of sexual haziness. The tempo was akin to waves crashing on a beach. It was a wonderful experience.
I was born submissive. I am intrigued at all the different views in this forum IRT what individuals believe submissiveness is.
For me: There is no one form of foreplay that is a favorite. Each has its own wonderful direction dictated by the person(s) and how it is "applied" and how it blends into another and another and how it is received. The combinations are endless and wonderful to experience. And what would be he criteria to measure a favorite? Any criteria would mean a limiting of the possibilities.
Yes, I have. I can't talk about it, though.
Yes, of course. I love it. I am so sensitive at that moment it takes the sensation to another level. My husband loves it whether it is his or another's.
I do not have photos of this. It is curious, though. When in Japan with my husband (business trip) one of his clients wanted me to dress as a school girl. He was very excited about that.
Don't read anything else into this. It was more of expediency than anything else, lol. My daughters Hello Kitty white cotton panties. My drier stopped working at the most inappropriate time. My husband could not stop laughing.
It really all depends on what the intention is when I get into bed. If its my husband and I then I only wear a nighty, no panties. If another man then usually panties as they kind of want to take them off themselves or use then as part of what happens next.
I was rather young. It was the first erection I had seen. I heard from my gfs what to expect. He was big in my mouth. I have to admit it excited me. The musky smell and the ticking of his hair in my nose. First an acrid taste and I worked through that and right away the spurts of semen. I didn't swallow but held it in my mouth. I pulled away when he was almost finished. Some dripped out. I ran to the bathroom and spit it out into the sink. We were both laughing. I did much better the next time.
It was a few years ago. The doctor I worked for. Late in the afternoon and we wee alone in the office.
I was going to write what m source was and erased it as I just can't tell you, lol.
I only have two teas I enjoy in this order. They both send a tingle through my body: Earl Grey, steeped for four minutes, one sugar per cup, nothing else and English Breakfast, a particular loose English tea blend, brewed in a French Press for one minute thirty seconds, one sugar per cup. Both use purified water with no additives and poured just short of the water boiling. The loose tea is stirred once after pouring the water and then the French Press is wrapped in a hand towel to keep the heat even.
I also use a loose leaf tea from Taiwan which is in another category by itself, roasted in a way traditional for a thousand years. It comes looking like small round round dark beads. I use a terracotta tea pot made by Henry Watson Pottery, Suffolk, England, a long time ago. If this sounds pretentious, it is not. If you really desire to taste the best of a loose leaf tea, this is the ONLY way to brew a quality tea leaf to bring out its true potential. The dark beads of tea slowly unfold into their original tea leaf shape and are beautiful to watch as that happens. It is a very subtle tea which surprises each time.
Yes.
My husband on a Sunday morning about 830 in my bedroom and then our next door neighbor thirty minutes later in his bedroom.
Actually you caught me on a day where the breakfast was worth talking about.
A soft penis very wet with what I squirted around it.
Very good tasting.
A Columbian coffee bean expresso with frothed milk. I froth my own.
I have met several men but not from this site. Three were either not as advertised and lets leave it t that. The fourth I had sex with and it was very nice.
