My husband, Kyle, and I will be celebrating our second wedding anniversary next month. I’m five-ten, weigh 135 pounds and measure 35-27-37. I’ve often been told I’m beautiful, and if my breasts were larger (they’re just average) I think I’d be close to a “10.” I have great legs (I was a high-school cheerleader), and Kyle says I have an ice skater’s butt — high and protuberant.

An old-fashioned girl, I made my husband wait for marriage before he got any sex. All I let him and my other dates do was feel me through my clothing. On our wedding night, when Kyle finally took my cherry, it was like setting a match to a dry haystack in August. I went bonkers over sex in general and cock in particular.

Kyle’s cock is only six inches long, but it’s very thick,... Read More