Moaning for Knowledge
Dec 26th, 2024 by Holiday
I have to give Natalie credit for introducing me to anal sex.
To this point, the idea never crossed my mind. I was young and still naïve.My girlfriend had raven hair and stunning looks that compared to a young Elizabeth Taylor or Catherine Zeta-Jones. The good fortune of attracting her favors seemed inexplicable, though I enjoyed the privilege for at least two years.
By day Natalie worked with elementary school children. She was well-educated, and professional.
After hours, Natalie could be – by turns, either a virtuous nun or a wanton slut. She embraced the Madonna-Whore complex, and there was no middle ground.
When she acted the wanton slut, the sex was wicked and intoxicating. Natalie urged me – as if challenging my love, to degrade her sexually.
In this mode, she yearned for cum facials, spankings and, of course: anal sex. She equated this form of male dominance with love.
Once this fever passed, Natalie anguished over her moral deficiency and admonished me for disgracing her. This pattern characterized our history. Natalie was either hot, or she was cold.
When desire possessed her, Natalie wanted a constant dose of cock. She demanded a complete experience: in her mouth, across her face, between her ample cleavage, between her thighs, in her pussy and especially in her ass.
Continued.