My first masturbation to porn happened with the September 1977 issue of Penthouse magazine, and this is my true story. A year before, in 1976 during summer break from school, my friend Bob introduced me to porn. He was taking care of a neighbor’s pets while they were on vacation, so he had access to their home. He had found a huge pile of old Playboy magazines in their garage. One day, he took me over there to show me the magazines. We flipped through… 阅读更多内容
REPORT to Sir X about my discipline 15th Jun 2013
Dear Sir X., i am ordered to tell you that tomorrow i was disciplined by my Master. Like almost every weekend, i was ordered to go to the bathroom to prepare myself to be spanked, but this time i am told to not to dry my ass after showering. He want it wet and more sensitive. Mascara must be around my eyes, lipstick on my lips, my cunt and asshole must be cleaned, nails painted, and when i was back in the bedroom, after inspected, i had to wear my white stockings, and orange high heel sandals. i already knew my position - i sow our pillows on the middle of our wide bed, but was very scary wh… 阅读更多内容
something different but LOVE
It wasn't the way I expected it to be, but I don't regret it. Sometimes things happen for a reason, good things and bad things. Sometimes they just have to happen, both of them, so you can discover who you really are. Getting older is hard. At first you are obsessed with the first kiss, and then you're obsessed with the first time. But what happens when your friends, all of them the same age as you - 16 – have already had sex and talk insistently about blowjobs, styles, orgasms and stuff? At first you think "Damn it, I'm surrounded by whores!" But soon after that you feel out of place… 阅读更多内容
First Time
I guess that I should start my blog with the first time I ever had sex. It started me off, I believe, on how I am today. I was about 14 1/2 yrs old and it was the summer before my 15th birthday. My parents had a working farm and there was always plenty to do. It was great growing up there with all the a****ls and chores, it kept me quite busy. One of my best friends during this time was Jamar , an older black man in his late 50's,one of my fathers farm hands. He was tall and strong and for a farmhand and quite distinguished...and my best friend. I was physically developing and very curious a… 阅读更多内容