First is first

I’ve been thinking lately about the first person I ever had sex with, and the impact she’s had on my sexual desires and preferences today. I am fairly convinced that we all spend our sexual lives gravitating back to the attributes of our first lover. We try new things on for size, we find new attributes attractive, and we get turned on by all types of people, but somewhere deep down in the always-horny part of or brains we want our first.

The first girl I slept with was adventurous. We were both virgins, and once we started fucking, we tried everything that crossed our minds. We fucked in crazy places, in crazy positions, crazy often. Most of my relationships since have felt in one way or another slightly restrained.

She had an incredible balance between her dominant and submissive sides. One day she would pin me to the bed and make me tell her to fuck me, and the next she would quietly let me hold her hands behind her back while I pounded her, whispering how much she liked it. I will be forever drawn to women like this.

Perhaps most conspicuously, I was impacted by her body. She was tall and curvy, full hips, big ass, large breasts. Her thighs were smooth and thick, her stomach gracefully rounded. The thing that most aroused me was the way she owned her curves. She loved the way her tits bounced while we fucked. She would tease me by rubbing my erection against her soft stomach. I don’t just yearn for a curvy woman, but for a curvy woman who owns her curves. I love that, and I suspect I always will.

And you? What impact did your first have on your desires and preferences?

Workday thoughts re: plump little perky tits

Ashley Jensen pretty much sums it up today.

I worked a long day alone today, and had plenty of time to think. Here’s what I thought about:

This Hungarian girl who works nearby (and also happens to look a great deal like Ms. Jensen, pictured above) came in to the restaurant after the lunch rush today and we chatted for a good while. We were flirting a bit, and after she left, I fantasized about what her body would feel like up against mine. Lately I’ve been especially wanting to feel a soft young body — a girl with plump little perky tits, a nice soft tummy, nice thighs and a squeezable round ass — and I think Hungarian girl would fit the bill perfectly. There’s something so fucking hot to me about the soft plumpness of a girl with this type of body. I just want to squeeze and spank and caress her, feel her body pressed firmly against me, and after a good long fuck, cum on her perfect little supple tits.

This is what I fantasized about today at work. It was good. Then I was sexually frustrated because not only had Hungarian girl left without us having gotten naked together, but I was stuck at work for five more hours.

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This just in: sweaters are *hot*

At work today, I served this very cute Russian girl who made me realize something I’d somehow missed: a girl in a tight-ish sweater and no bra is unbelievably sexy. Seriously.

First, it didn’t help that she had an amazing body. She was very curvy (which, as you will quickly learn, is what I’m attracted to); tall; and had perky, medium sized breasts. What’s more, she was incredibly cute, with short brown bouncy hair. Her sweater was pink and clung to the shape of her body. As she moved, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra, so as subtly as possible, I watched her breasts sway and bounce as she laughed with her friend.

She ordered her food, and — I may be making this up — gave me a wonderfully flirtatious smile with lots of big brown eye contact. You made quite an impression on me, cute Russian girl, and I will say, you turned me on.
Just thought I’d share this thought with you all.

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