The Broke Politician – A story about Ovulation horniness
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
Author: roberttabobbie
A sex toy review for begginers
My first love was the rabbit, Mr. Purple. I was introduced to the world of sex toys through him* and it is then that I learned the extent of how far my body can go when it comes to orgasming. I was 23 years old…
Amore Mio…
The room was full of people who were dancing in dim lights, crowded, sweaty and charged with a lot of sexual energy. The air smelled like passion, the lights flickering low and sensual music playing. I knew he was here because he loved to show…
Stuck in limerence
It was his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. They were maybe brown… close to green. And his body, his lean tall lanky well-chiseled body, his long torso and his huge dick that went all the way to his knees. I have flashbacks of him walking towards…
The man with the tattoo
We sat in his car, and he was looking directly into my eyes as he spoke. Something was different today, still a man of few words, but I could hear the turmoil in his head, the loud thoughts. I could see him fight himself because…
OOPS, it’s a pregnancy scare!
I was lying in my bed, scrolling through my phone thinking about new things to buy for my apartment. I had filled carts already, this time with bigger stuff because it was Christmas; and, I have an ex who loves to spoil me when he’s…
Dating sites to cure the loneliness
I recently joined a dating app because I needed to satisfy my curiosity as well as to get a dose of dopamine badly that night. Yes, dopamine from being wanted. I’m tired of pretending like this isn’t a normal thing because I believe it is inherently human to feel needed and loved,…
Wine, Dine and 69ish
It’s Monday evening and I’m winding down after a long rainy day. I stick to my routine nowadays – I wake up, work out, get some work done, then lounge on my couch after the day as a reward for being a girl, a very horny girl. I’ll…
The last time I cheated.
Something I liked a lot about Jorge is that he always came to get me. When I was sad, when I was in need to escape or even just on a regular day. I didn’t even need to ask, he knew I loved spending time…
Where is the AFTERCARE?
I’m traumatized by the feeling of being abandoned. I use that word because that’s exactly what it feels like. Maybe I’m not as secure as I thought I was because this feeling destroys me the same way each time, sometimes maybe worse than ever.