“well, in that case I’m quite sure I will never get married then” as in [you've got to do it yourself to get it done correctly kind a girl] not really true but that’s what I felt reading it. I dunno, maybe we’re just too progressive and don’t understand that everyone else want the world to stay the same as the last hundred/thousand years /bitter woman without a ring who still thinks we can change the world, maybe if we have a lot of money and wack out all those mindless tv reality shows with “winner gets a RING and a husband to take care of you”

For some people, sex defines the relationship. If there is fire, then the relationship will succeed. But in reality that is far from the truth.I met someone who believed that passion meant love. and the moment the passion died for her, she was no longer in love. It was sad really. She never allowed herself to be truly herself in front of me. She was telling me that she loved him after the first week. But that was only because there was sparks and fire. But when I wanted it to become deeper she didn’t know how to make that happen. She only knew how to always expect the passion. She couldn’t hold a deeper conversation.It took less than a month for me to realize that it wasn’t going to get any deeper than the sex, and left. We will be in for a shock, if we can’t separate those things.

I was super hot for this girl who looked like a young Sherylin Fenn. We had flirted for months, and one night me, my boyfriend at the time, she and her husband were all hanging out together. After a few drinks she and I snuck away to another part of my house and started making out (the men knew and were fine with it, they knew we wanted each other)…. she was so sexy I could hardly stand it.

I am pretty aggressive and took the lead, slowly seducing her and kissing/caressing her skin, running my tounge over her body slowly and lightly tickling her with my
finger tips. She was putty in my hands and slowly melted into me.

I moved her gently to the floor and licked my way down her body to her pussy. I flicked, sucked and played with her clit for around 30 minutes, savoring every moment. She groaned and gyrated her hips, pushing her crotch into my face. I was soaking wet and hungry for her mouth too, but wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible first. Between moans she told me all the things she was going to do to me.

Eventually her body tensed and she yelped she was cumming, and her juices flowed down my chin and she grabbed my head and pushed my face into her vulva while she came.

As she calmed down, I moved back up her body and kissed her skin, but something was different. She seemed tense. When my face met hers, she muttered something about needing a drink before we went back to it. I sat up and told her to hurry back, that we had only just begun. 15 minutes went by. I got dressed and made my way back to the other part of the house where the guys were, only to find her and her husband sitting on the couch, with him saying he wanted to fuck me since I had already “fucked his wife”. I said I wanted her and only her.

Next thing I knew *she* got bitchy, got dressed and demanded to leave. He followed suit and they were out the door in 5 minutes flat. I sat there flushed, still somewhat aroused, pissed and in disbelief. Bad sex? This was horrible.

We never spoke or saw each other again.