We both were in relationships at the time – Eva had been in one with some rocker guy for practically 2 years and I was with some other girl for like 6 months. Eva started posting statuses on facebook questioning some of the fucked up things he did to her such as screenshots of him flipping out on her through text, and it was clear that they were breaking up. I took the initiative to talk to her about the statuses that she posted and to comfort her. She told me pov that they had broken up and that she was in a rough place, and I just told her that I found her so sexy, intelligent and fun and that she’ll have no problem finding a better man. She kind of had a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me after I said that, and she gave me a hug. I returned the hug but put my hands way lower than usual, wrapped around her lower back right above her ass and gave her a solid squeeze. I felt the slight dampness of her sweat through her shirt as we hugged for a few seconds in silence. After the hug it felt like I should have kissed her, but I just took a step back and we parted ways. As the week went on, we continued talking a lot through text amateur and I’d throw in some subtle flirtations like “feel better beautiful” to see if she’d flirt back – to confirm whether or not I should make a more formal move on her. Surely enough, she did – she told me how my girlfriend was so lucky to have me and that she’s jealous she can never find a man like me. After she told me how lonely she was feeling I went in for the move and sent a “I’d be more than happy to spend time with you this weekend so you’re not lonely anymore” with a winking face. The second I hit send, my heart absolutely fell to the bottom of my chest and I had the butterflies feeling you get when you ride a roller coaster. All of those years of watching from the sideline and never making a move, appreciating her figure in the pictures I took of her, and smelling her thong and imagining it was the real thing – led up to this moment. I didn’t know whether to regret it or be excited for her response. Minutes went by and still no response – foot fetish I started to get really worried that I fucked everything up. Maybe she just put her phone down for a shower. Did I freak her out? Did she not know how to respond? All of these thoughts consumed my mind as I nervously awaited the response to the move I’ve been waiting to make for years. Finally, she responded by asking me what I meant by that. Not the worst response. I told her that if she was feeling lonely, I’d be willing to come over and make her happy, and less indian lonely, with another wink. She replied, “Oh … how would Christine (my girlfriend at the time) feel about that?” I explained that we were on the verge of breaking up too and that I’d be willing to end it for some kinky sex. She told me she was shocked that I’ve never expressed interest in sex (to her knowledge) for all those years, and that she’d think about it (with a smile face). For the next couple of days, we kept texting and kept flirting until I finally asked whether I should end my current relationship. She asked what I meant by “kinky sex.” I gave her a one-word answer. “Anal.” I had talked with one of her ex-boyfriends at a party one night and he was telling me how she loved anal sex and ass play (which was, interracial and still is, my biggest fantasy and fetish) – so I knew that might trigger a positive response from her. While I only said anal, I actually meant a whole lot more – like eating out and fetish gaping that asshole and squirting loads of cum into it. I knew that if she accepted the idea of anal she’d be down for any other ass play. She almost instantly texted back “LOL” in all caps and proceeded to tell me that she’s down. I couldn’t resist beating one off in excitement the second she responded – my sexual fantasies becoming reality after all that time. Shortly after that I let my girlfriend go, and eagerly waited until time came for me to take the trip downstairs to her apartment to merge my tongue with her holes. We didn’t talk to each other for days after that, until one Friday night when she asked me if I wanted to come over to get fucked up, just the two of us. I texted back “hell yeah,” got some whiskey and a gram of some buddha. When I got to her house it was a tad bit awkward, giving her a hug hello as we did when we were only friends - the same night we planned to break the friend barrier and hit a massive sex session. She looked beautiful as all hell that night – she straightened her hair, wore tight black leggings with a t-shirt (not hiding her ass whatsoever), and smelled like lavender. At first things were really business as usual: we got really stoned, started taking shots, got more stoned, more shots, but no talk of sex whatsoever. Mom picked up her phone and dialed her stockbroker, which she got at home in San Francisco, she told him to buy 10,000 shares at 9:01 am New York time, the moment the stock market opens and to buy another 10,000 shares for Jill and me and put it on her account. Those skirts, I like denim skirts and they look good on you but they are a bit long; this is Ibiza, you need to look like you are going to have some fun.” Patty never had two at once before. outside to wait for my brother to pick me up. The kiss seemed to last forever, I was in heaven, at last, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. “Let’s get those tongues involved, nice and deep.” "Yes, Daddy…. I can’t hold this pain anymore. “He was a blacksmith.” Mom sighed wistfully, “He had the prettiest penis you’d ever seen; it was like a work of art. My sister stepped from the lift with her bags and came over to me l whispered ‘l want to fuck you’, she laughed pov replying that my man seed was running out of her when she was in bed so had to put tissues between her legs so l told her she is going to get a lot more of my seed inside her then we loaded the car for the journey home. He lowered his head and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. I moved in closer to investigate further, I was feeling super horny amateur and it was taking all my restraint to not just reach out and touch her. Her indian favorite thing to do was to pinch her nipples before walking into a room and watch her son’s reaction to her firm tits and tight hard nipples. “Listen, what you are called again…” she said, “Oh, Bwire. Her eyes widened and then went back, and she bit her lip and then caught her self as she turned her head up towards my eyes. Ben is aware of Marilyn’s abruptness toward him interracial and confronts her. But tonight is a “let loose” type of evening……… Just don’t use the “C” word on any of us.” Barb said. Her fuck fetish slime all over my face. Whew! His cock was longer than mine but thinner and as he was Muslim, he was circumcised. I was captivated by his thick red pubic hair and his cock and balls were very foot fetish red as well except for the steady drool of thick, clear seminal fluid flowing from the gaped hole in the center. She looked at me and asked what do you mean.