She was completely naked.I was sitting up against the headboard. There was enough moonlight filtering in for her to spot me immediately. She jumped on... the bed. I opened my mouth to speak but she pressed a finger to my lips and shushed me. Her fingers smelled of tobacco and her breath, of wine."SSSSSHHHHH! Don't ask, please. I'll behave from now on." What does that mean?"Her answer was a sloppy kiss. I tasted Merlot on her lips and tongue. A few minutes later and she was sleeping softly beside. She was the only one of her group who was moving – the others were either sleeping or listening to music on their ipods. My cock was meanwhile hardening at the view, and beginning to stand up, so I thought it would be best to turn over, onto my stomach, as I didn’t want to make a scene. But of course that only improved my view because by then I was looking right up between her legs, just a couple of metres away. She had tried two or three times to get the attention of her companion by stroking. Don't get me wrong. I have only slept with three other people, other than Danny. Well enough with my sex history This is about my sex problem with my husband. You see we have been married almost a year, and up to now he hasn't even licked my pussy. Not once We have only had sex in the missionary position. And never, he has never fucked the shit out of me. Do you see my problem?I have yet to cum from one of our encounters. Don't get me wrong it feels good, but it is no way near satisfying. I. I'd read about satyrs before in mythology but I had no idea that such a thing still occurred in this modern day. But, when it happened to me, there was no denying that something very strange and very powerfully erotic had occurred with my body and with my rampant sexuality.I won't bore you with the details in this account of how I actually realized that in very lusty erotic situations I actually turned into a satyr, just let it suffice to say that one night when I was camping out under the.