Dear Diary,
Im back at square one. Having sex with a man. The same process is followed, we kiss, clothes begin to fly, he grabbed my waist and stuck the tip in. For a quick second my face showed a sign of pleasure but after a few long deep strokes it became uncomfortable and weird for me. Something felt like it was missing. Me thinking to myself what step could we possibly have skipped. The sparks were literally dead. Oh well it could have been worse. He is calling but I wouldn't give him a second chance. I am done with him.
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A Choice Between The Sexes Diary
FantasíaIn this story a confused yet determined young lady is quite passionate about finding which sex is the best to have sex with. She tells the stories of her experiences with both men and women. In the end she makes a choice on which sex is the best to...
