Addicted To Cock
Zita, Fourty one, married for love, even though that babe had an inkling that her spouse wouldn’t be expert to keep her sexually pleasured.
“He didn’t know how to use it at all,” Zita said. “Two pumps and he’d be done. But other than in the bedroom, I was happy. Excited as hell all the time, always sneaking off to play with myself, but cheerful nonetheless.”
Then one afternoon, Zita was working her shift in the hair salon, listening to all of the other stylists complain about their boyfriends and husbands, when that babe came to a realization: This babe was not getting any younger, but she sure as hell was getting hornier. And then this babe looked down and saw the monumental bulge in her male client’s jeans.
Told Zita, “At that moment, for the first time in my life, after a lifetime of resisting, I knew I could not resist.”
You can guess what happened next. Among the many previously forbidden things Zita has done in the year since this babe left her husband:
1. Had a trio with one of the other female hairdressers at work and one of that hairdresser’s male clients.
TWO. Had sex on the beach at Coney Island with one of the lifeguards.
THREE. Found that penis size isn’t important. And least not to her.
“I definitely don’t plan on getting married afresh, that’s for sure,” she told. “That would not be fair to the chap. I mean, some honey bunnys spend their lives looking for love. But I might as well face it. I’m addicted to knob!”
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