If you'd told yesterday that I'd enjoy some of the best sex of my life with the Biker I'd have called you mad. This is mainly because of the traumatising experience I'd had the other night. Okay, he was not yet aroused but still, I'd have thought the stuff would be bigger than what I saw.
With that vision that left me traumatised on Thursday night, I avoided seeing the Biker in my house until I was tipsy. I suggested that since it was a friday night, we should meet at a bar in Bugolobi. Anyways, it was fun hanging out with him and by the time I'd had my forth beer, the vision of his bits was blurred. We headed to my house and spent the night locked in a tight embrace. I made sure that my eyes don't stray to his center in case the trauma happens again.
This morning I woke up feeling very horny and started communicating this with my hands and legs. Luckily by the time I reached out to touch his bits, they'd grown to a sizeable shape. The rubber he wore only enhanced his size and increased my anticipation. We had two blissful sessions that left me wondering whether my mind had been playing tricks on me on Thursday night. Right now i feel revitalised and I have managed to recover most of the lost data. I feel very energised and productive. Hell, my boss was even happy to see me!
5 comments:
See... sometimes these things are like mobile phones. The bigger they are the less they can do!
he was a grower!
Big mama, did you get what you expected out of the biker as regards size and performance?
well good for you but how the heck do you manage to have four men in your life?
should try this out!
I think its love. Because you totally ignored the size of the you know what. You go gal, have yourself some. Right now and in a funk and i wish i could follow your advise and hook up with a few people, its not the cure but hell, it should make me feel better for a while
lovely
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