Another really intense Holly story takes place at my dad's condo. She had spent the whole day there while I was at work. When I got home, she was laid out on my bed giving me this look. I was feeling kind of gross and told her I needed a shower. Before I could get my shirt off, Holly jumped up and darted in the bathroom. I heard the shower start up, so I kind snapped out a little bit.
Why all this emphasis on physical appearance?
There was this girl, Holly, long time ago. She is another one of the few I met online and, while I cared about all of them, I didn't care about how things turned out, and or the way my life was at the time. Holly opened my eyes on a few different levels. When we met I was an 18-year-old kid working at Jimmy Johns. No path, no guidance, no sustainability towards a better life. When we split ways the first time, I was driven to do more, be more, and make more out of my life.
So, here I was, a fully grown man with a fully grown case of "morning horny" and headed into Kris' backyard to play in a fort made from blankets, sheets, and dining room chairs...with two women. I hoped they felt at least half the excitement I did.
This was a hard one to write.
So, I used to fuck around on dating sites when I was younger. Meet Me, Badoo was a fun one. Anyway, so I met this girl Jasmine on one of those sites and she was awesome. Mixed chick, tall, slender, 38DD bust with a fitting ass to match it. She was one of those "Emo" chicks when I met her, but I always brought out the best in her, as she did with me. In the time that we'd known each other, we hooked up in the back of my truck, at my dad's place and a number of times while I was living with my old friend "D-Rail." This read is going to show the INSANE night of sex at my dad's house.
A friend of mine asked me what my “number” was the other day.
Brittany and I had a number of run-ins, only a few of which you will get to read about. This next one is kind of odd in a way..but satisfying all the same. I worked out a weekend for me and Brittany to hangout, she had her daughter with her of course, but I didn't mind it. We set up a her pack n play in the walk in closet of my room and, well, it just worked. So I got her back to the house, unpacked and set everything up for Anna (Daughter). Then basically spent the first night cuddling with each other. At least for a few hours or so.
Those who have read my articles before know that I advocate female-led relationships and the feminisation of husbands and boyfriends as the route to harmony and love. This article looks at a typical Saturday in my own marriage where I wear the trousers, metaphorically and sometimes physically and my husband doesn't. Our lifestyle is unusual by current standards but nevertheless results in an extremely loving, affectionate and harmonious relationship where arguments and discord have all but ceased. I would argue therefore this shows that my untypical lifestyle is a blueprint for the future. Here is an overview of a typical weekend day in our life with some of my thoughts thrown in.
To begin with, I have no more psychological issues than the everyday person. I was neither sexually abused at any point in my life nor do I suffer from any form of sexual disorder: I am completely capable of enjoying a sexual encounter without the aid of BDSM. I also knew early on that my sexual preferences were anything but traditional. Becoming excited over the scent and feel of smoothed rubber was a dead giveaway.
Back in that school I had only actually had sex with 2 girls, although there were more than a few I would have if given the opportunity. I guess you could say I actually dated 1, but for the most part, any of the girls I was with usually hung out in my bed whenever they came around. I'm particularly proud of this one though cause, for YEARS, I was the only guy she had sex with. Mostly because, after I took her virginity, she decided she was a lesbian because sex with guys hurt too much.
So, I was thinking back on some of my rendezvous and I remembered this girl Sarah. We got together when I was much younger, roughly 17 or so, another girl I genuinely loved. She wasn't the most attractive little thing but, I didn't see looks in her, I saw her soul, and it was more beautiful than that of a fiery phoenix soaring through the underworld with a cool breeze trail on its back. Sarah and I had encounters before, but never got to get involved with one another because we were both in different stages of our lives. Although both misguided youth, there was a certain touch of sensuality between the both of us. I could lay with her, and not even think about sex. Brushing my hand through her hair and just talking about things. Most of the time it ended up with us either arguing about the decisions we had made in our lives at the time... or making out at the very least but, it didn't always end in sex. When it did though, it was rough, hair pulling, nail biting, back scratching, good old fashioned sex.