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Finally though, my desires could be suppressed no longer, and I had to act on my craving for hot, dirty, rough, even brutal sex. Not a day went by without me thinking about sex, and not just normal ‘missionary' sex, oh no. I dreamed of sucking cocks, of tasting and feeling cocks of all sizes. I needed cock, and I needed cum, but most of all I needed to be USED! My entire body ached to be roughly handled, to be taken by a man or group of men who would take me completely, no sexual gratification too taboo. I used to cum while forcing my largest vibrator into my greedy pussy, imagining that the stretching was caused by two men fucking me, their cocks brutally raping my insides, using me as an object of pleasure.wow goldI was walking through the woods one day not long ago, when a man who appeared to have something important on his mind came up to me, and out of nowhere, struck up a friendly conversation. wow power levelingI say, out of nowhere because having come from Chicago, when somebody suddenly approaches you like that, you brace yourself and get ready for what could be, a very unpleasant situation. But after seeing that he had two big green pods in his hands, I dropped my guard a bit, and began to wonder just what in the world these things could be.cheap wow gold I guessed that they were either walnuts or chestnuts but he said no to both, and began talking to me about their origin and what they meant to the people in the Ozark region... “Nope,” he began. “They ain’t chestnuts or walnuts. They’re buckeyes.”power leveling “Can I eat ‘em?” I asked, feeling assured that I’d asked a reasonable question because I thought, after all, since they looked so much like chestnuts, then surely they must be edible. But he answered with a smile on his face and a firm, “No. Can’t eat ‘em. Squirrels eat ‘em but not people.”gold wowMmm, I'm getting hot again just thinking about it, so I better get on and tell you how I first become a ‘fuck toy', god those words just send shivers down my spine. It all started one Friday night, when I was preparing for a date with a man I had been seeing for several months. We got really well, the sex was fantastic and I had been starting to think that he might be the one I had been waiting for. Looking back I should have realised that it was all too good to be true. He was really good looking, and his smile was obviously designed to wet the knickers of any conquest he cared to flash it at. At the time I thought I was in for another deserved night of fun, and I dressed to make the most of it. Half the fun of an evening out was the preparation, the long soak in a hot bubble filled bath, soaking my soft skin, taking time to clean and tease my own body. There's something about water running over my body that gets me horny, which some lucky man would hopefully have the benefit of. Following my long luxurious bath, my routine continues with a shave and moisturise. After ensuring my legs where smooth and silky, and the razor still in my hand, a wicked thought entered my mind. ‘What the hell,' I thought to myself, ‘let's treat this guy,' and with that I took some shaving foam and massaged it into my already neatly trimmed fine pubes. I had to stop my fingers continuing their administrations, I was feeling so horny. ‘Not a time for shaking hands,' I admonished myself, knowing a cut now would ruin my evening to come. I carefully pulled the blade over my pussy lips, enjoying the feeling as my naked skin was revealed. Once finished I took a little more cold fragrance free moisturiser, and cooled my most intimate skin.