We go into a movie room and sit in the far back. He put his arm around me and I leaned on his chest. He rubbed his head against mine and I looked up a...t him and he gave me a sweet beginner's kiss. It didn't take long for him to want more and make out with me. I sucked his tongue and he gripped my little ass with his big hands."Mhmm... I'm going to be doing that alot." he said,"Hee hee, and I'll let you papi..." I said>We sat there and made out over and over, sadly I was on my flow and he was sad. Alive.She was more alive than she had ever been before in her life. She was turned on. She didn’t mean that in a sexual way– though she was also very definitely sexually turned on beyond belief. “Turned on” was the only way she could describe what was happening to her. It was as if every portion of her body was alive in a new way. He nipples were tingling in ways they had never done before. Her lips– both above and below– were swollen and tingling with sexual energy that made them alive in a. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I’m also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement. And then when you he got your panties off, and you spread your legs for him, I almost came. And when he penetrated you I couldn’t do anything but watch-watch him screwing you, and hearing you moaning, and seeing his cock going in and out of you, fucking you so thoroughly- I knew I wanted him to cum in you and make you cum as I watched. "I didn’t want to cum watching you get taken like that, and fucked so well, seeing him cum in you. It was even more exciting thinking about his cum pouring.