Confessions_(1)

The “Baggage Car”
By Phyllisroger

(being a collaboration based on experiences told between Succulent Phyllis and Randy Roger)

When we boys and girls date, get serious, then get married, we carry our baggage of events in our lives to that point of seriousness/marriage and so it was that we came to trust and confide our secrets during intimate moments…when sex was hot and good and words poured forth between us…those intimate times when our minds and bodies were radiant, pulsing with pleasures and an atmosphere of mutual approval prevailed…times when the most personal little secrets and confessions seem to pour forth…testing the mutual trust.

But how to do it. When to do it…when are secrets revealed and exchanged between two lovers? Usually in bits and pieces. Such as “I have had many lovers.” Would he be offended or taken aback? Hmm. So little intimate “baggage” revealments, a story at a time, testing the reactions.

I had some serious secrets that might offend or be rejected…at the very least would be ‘eye-openers!‘ I loved doggies, a goat, and granddad’s cock…not to mention men’s loving cocks…watching Mom and Dad with Mom sucking Dad’s cock; me sucking animal cocks, Grandpa’s and boyfriends’ cocks…and more. It was also my ass feelings that I came to love…not my ass, really, but a cock in my ass, fucking my ass until I came. I was a ’dual threat’ or even a ’triple threat’ if you consider my mouth! How does one tell one’s lover that ‘ass-fucking’ is a special delight or that the family pet, hopefully a largeish dog, is one of a girl’s choices? Hmm.

And so I fell in love, got married, got playful, [I was ‘playful’ before I got married…see granddad, goat, doggie, neighbor boy (s) and his pals not to mentions play with girlfriends, etc. and the occasional toy] came to trust and reveal little secrets. It was Phyllis mumbling between thrusts and grunts: “I’ve got to tell you something.” He looked at me questioning. I was fucking him at the time…I was on top and milking his cock, trying for one more cum before sleep…stroking his cock with my body, my cunt milking him, and his eyes were glazed…I got up my courage with all the exercise and took a chance: “One time I let a dog fuck me.” His eyes got big. I smiled. “Really, Phyllis?” I just smiled and milked and he closed his eyes and enjoyed…and then he came hard with deep thrusts responding to mine. I think the idea of a dog fucking me had made him cum hard as he lifted to my words, grabbed my bottom cheeks and pulled me down on him with an urgency.