Blaze.â
I donât know what came over to me, but exerting my power made me hornier than ever. When I reached the bottom of the steps, I exited by the pool area longing to pull every man in sight by the arm and take them all to bed at the same time. Their eyes glazed over as I proceeded to sashay to my car like a confident exhibitionist. When I reached my vehicle, I unlocked it and masturbated until I began screaming and shaking, my legs waving back and forth. I knew I ran the risk of being watched publicly, but I didnât care. My body found relief. Holding my head upright, I saw two of the guards pointing at me, confirming that Iâd just put on a show for them. I pulled a blanket that Iâd washed at the Laundromat around myself, started the car, and squealed tires as I left the premises.
This was the first time I realized I was officially out of control. Although I knew I was playing with fire by ignoring logical personal boundaries, I just couldnât stop living out my sexual fantasies. I promised myself I would try my hardest to simmer down before the consequences crept up on me and ruined my life. Whether my effort would work was wholly a question of a different nature.
5
Guess Whoâs Coming To Dinner?
S unday morning rolled around and it was time to switch gears and revert back to my original persona, even if I felt like dragging my feet to get it done. While I sat in the house of the Lord, I kept nodding off, tired from my adventure with Blaze in my new secret life. Despite the fact that I could barely focus or stay awake, when Trey nudged me, I sprang to my feet and managed to sing This Little Light of Mine on key as if Iâd been awake the entire time.
Needless to say, my mind wasnât on the sermon. Instead, I was reminiscing over me having the guts to sex a man who couldnât have been shaving long and who still dressed the part of a free, young spirit. I kept thinking about being banged by the young buck with the exceptionally large tool. Just thinking about what Iâd done made me reach over and grab Treyâs hand for a momentânot because of guilt, but because opening my legs for someone so different than him turned me on and allowed me to pretend I was content.
Luckily, I didnât attend my church, so Tanya couldnât start any static regarding what had transpired earlier in the weekâa cooling off period was a good thing. After I finished sitting in a church pew in Leslie mode, I was stuck having to spend time with Treyâs family for the second time since weâve been engaged. I made sure to slick my hair back in a neatly done bun and wear a skirt that touched my knees this morning. Boring Leslie had returned to the building. I was most comfortable looking boring when I sought to make a good impression on othersâespecially those over fifty years of age.
Although I didnât know his family well, I got my daily scoop on the conservative Southern Christians through updates from my beau. Every day there was new piece of something that made me despise those strangers for almost everything, beginning with how Trey was reared. It was insane for a young person to be prohibited from dancing, watching movies, television, and doing the normal things any teenager would want to enjoy. I guess all of this explained why Trey wasnât wrapped up into dishing up ghetto fabulous loving. After we got engaged, he always held back and even appeared to feel guilty when we made love.
Since Trey believed we should be serving the Lord together , I joined his church and occasionally went there with him. In Treyâs eyes, I was a Christian girl with old-school beliefs. But in actuality, I was a Christian with worldly habits, hence my desire to get my freak on. In my mindâs eye, there were worse sins I could be committing than lusting over the man I planned to marry.
What I perceived as ambivalence frustrated me and quelled my desire to experience my
I donât know what came over to me, but exerting my power made me hornier than ever. When I reached the bottom of the steps, I exited by the pool area longing to pull every man in sight by the arm and take them all to bed at the same time. Their eyes glazed over as I proceeded to sashay to my car like a confident exhibitionist. When I reached my vehicle, I unlocked it and masturbated until I began screaming and shaking, my legs waving back and forth. I knew I ran the risk of being watched publicly, but I didnât care. My body found relief. Holding my head upright, I saw two of the guards pointing at me, confirming that Iâd just put on a show for them. I pulled a blanket that Iâd washed at the Laundromat around myself, started the car, and squealed tires as I left the premises.
This was the first time I realized I was officially out of control. Although I knew I was playing with fire by ignoring logical personal boundaries, I just couldnât stop living out my sexual fantasies. I promised myself I would try my hardest to simmer down before the consequences crept up on me and ruined my life. Whether my effort would work was wholly a question of a different nature.
5
Guess Whoâs Coming To Dinner?
S unday morning rolled around and it was time to switch gears and revert back to my original persona, even if I felt like dragging my feet to get it done. While I sat in the house of the Lord, I kept nodding off, tired from my adventure with Blaze in my new secret life. Despite the fact that I could barely focus or stay awake, when Trey nudged me, I sprang to my feet and managed to sing This Little Light of Mine on key as if Iâd been awake the entire time.
Needless to say, my mind wasnât on the sermon. Instead, I was reminiscing over me having the guts to sex a man who couldnât have been shaving long and who still dressed the part of a free, young spirit. I kept thinking about being banged by the young buck with the exceptionally large tool. Just thinking about what Iâd done made me reach over and grab Treyâs hand for a momentânot because of guilt, but because opening my legs for someone so different than him turned me on and allowed me to pretend I was content.
Luckily, I didnât attend my church, so Tanya couldnât start any static regarding what had transpired earlier in the weekâa cooling off period was a good thing. After I finished sitting in a church pew in Leslie mode, I was stuck having to spend time with Treyâs family for the second time since weâve been engaged. I made sure to slick my hair back in a neatly done bun and wear a skirt that touched my knees this morning. Boring Leslie had returned to the building. I was most comfortable looking boring when I sought to make a good impression on othersâespecially those over fifty years of age.
Although I didnât know his family well, I got my daily scoop on the conservative Southern Christians through updates from my beau. Every day there was new piece of something that made me despise those strangers for almost everything, beginning with how Trey was reared. It was insane for a young person to be prohibited from dancing, watching movies, television, and doing the normal things any teenager would want to enjoy. I guess all of this explained why Trey wasnât wrapped up into dishing up ghetto fabulous loving. After we got engaged, he always held back and even appeared to feel guilty when we made love.
Since Trey believed we should be serving the Lord together , I joined his church and occasionally went there with him. In Treyâs eyes, I was a Christian girl with old-school beliefs. But in actuality, I was a Christian with worldly habits, hence my desire to get my freak on. In my mindâs eye, there were worse sins I could be committing than lusting over the man I planned to marry.
What I perceived as ambivalence frustrated me and quelled my desire to experience my
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