I think people get jealous because they know deep down they have an innate curiosity to see the one they love and admire turned into a depraved sex slut. Maybe it's some innate desire to share their toys, maybe in a weird way they are proud of them and want others to appreciate what they have, maybe I just played on too many damn sports teams growing up, hell if I know..anyway, our desires and obsessions don't always coincide with cheesy romance novels and I am convinced ultimately men and women do not "need" one another to survive and the sooner they realize it the sooner they can become more adjusted to reality. I'll leave it at that.
When, I met my petite dark haired brown eyed Indian girl back in college she was dating someone who like myself was attractive and outgoing. At first we were just friends hanging out, but then I came to realize their relationship wasn't strong enough to prevent me from having my way with her. This was chiefly because he was dating her and as one who has dated many pretty girls knows, this soon leads to boredom and frustration because attractive people always know they can find someone new. So one night I convinced her to come back to my apartment after we were a little tipsy. I played some music and we had another shot of tequila and I suggested we start dancing. I let my knee gently rub between her legs and she kind of moved it away at first, but as we danced another song pretty soon my knee was making a steady rhythmic motion with the music underneath her skirt. I pressed my knee harder and harder up against her underwear and finally she stopped resisting so I slipped a finger insider of her pulled it out and put it in her mouth. She licked off her love juice and when I kissed her I could taste how sweet she was so I decided to taste her first hand.
