The weekend came fast and Niki and her husband Karl couldn’t wait for the fun to begin. At least once every month they promised each other that they would have a sex weekend where the doors to the apartment were locked, the phone shut off and they did nothing but have sex all weekend long.
I’ve been wanting to tell my story for a while. I didn’t know how to do it because most definitely I didn’t want to voice it out. In today’s world, that would follow me for long time and that I don’t want. So I decided to type it out. Here it goes. I am Kerri
My name is Lesley. It was the summer of 73 I was twenty two, size ten and a good figure, in my second year teaching. My husband still a student was working all hours that god sent in the summer holidays. We ran a beat up convertible, which he was slowly restoring, to pristine glory.
It had been several days after our “morning after” incident and things were getting at least somewhat back to normal. But all that had happened had sure as hell now changed my young wife’s total attitude and sexual desires. I tried to bring up the subject of it and she’d cut me off in a
Funny how things work out. You grow up reading books and fairy tales, watching Disney movies, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to have a summer romance, to fall in blissful mutual love with someone dark and handsome and live happily ever after. Nobody tells you it could turn out to be a big, brainy