It wasn't always this way, you know. No, there was a time when I was the consummate 'goody goody', but that was back when my parents were the wild ones – pot smokin', beer drinkin', bike ridin', wife swappin' wild. It's the environment I grew up in, so I guess I was never compelled to rebel. But then one day, my dad had a realization: his baby girl was growing up and leaving the house. For some reason, this turned him to the Lord. Next thing I knew, he was a preacher. And me, well, I guess I just picked up where he left off...
These are my stories, and completely true, but for the changes to the names of the not - so - innocent - but - never - consented - to - see - our - exploits - in - print.
Shane was a cop in real life, and kinky as hell on the side. Or at lease, he wanted to be, but had no one to explore those tendencies with until he met me. We met online, and had an instant chat rapport. You know the kind... Where you can't wait to get back in and chat some more because life is a whole lot more fun with them than in that moment of reality. Like most cops I've met online, he desperately wanted to be submissive. At that time in my life, Shane was the first man I'd ever met who wanted to be fucked up the ass by a woman who was willing to take it. He was totally turned on by my non - judgmental nature, because he could share with me his deepest darkest fantasies that not even his wife knew about. And what can I say? I was turned on by the fact that he had real hand - cuffs. ~wicked grin~
So the day finally came... After a few weeks of chatting, sending naughty pics back and forth, connecting on the web cam, and masturbating together over the phone... We finally decided to get together for some hands - on action. We lived about 3 hours apart, so we arranged to meet at an exit off a main highway in a hotel somewhere in between. It was afternoon. He was just getting off of his shift, but his partner was in on it and willing to cover for him. My husband was out of town, so I told him I'd be substitute teaching that day, and off I went. I was sitting in my car in the parking lot when this boyishly handsome, smiling, and damn - near giddy - looking cop pulls up in a squad car. I instantly knew it was Shane, of course.
I had already registered, and directed him toward our room with a tilt of my head and a come - and - get - it smile. Barely through the door, we were at one another instantly... Hot, passionate kisses, lips and tongues and teeth in play, hands quickly learning the shape and sensitive spots of one another through our clothes. Finally, we'd had enough to tide us over long enough to say hello, confirm that we each were who we thought the other to be, and to start removing bits of clothing. First, he tossed his cuffs onto the table in front of the window with a playful smile, then took off his gun belt and gently laid it in the chair. After that, it's difficult to say what happened, because the next time I came to my senses, he was lying on the bed, and I was between his legs with his cock in my mouth. I remember it clearly, because I paused to watch him enjoying the moment...
