Why am I interesting enough to write an erotic diary? Well, Im quite introverted, I am a translator, of English origin- Middlesbrough actually. I am q...uite focused in my life, so things do happen to me, and as I spend a lot of time on the computer, I thought that it would be nice to try to write erotica. My sex life? As I want to start by writing in diary format, I dont know what is going to happen, but I am sexually active- my first orientation was heterosexual, but I became pansexual in my. I ask to see your wet panties. You retrieve them from a plastic grocery bag and hand them to me. I bring them up to my face and inhale your scent. Should I call it a scent? Or an aroma? Or is it a bouquet? It is intoxicating whatever I call it, and then I run my tongue along the dampness and taste you for the first time. Second-hand taste, but satisfying, just like standing next to a smoker when you desperately need a puff on a cigarette, but don’t have one yourself. I ask you to turn around.. She made a great role model for the kids and I had no worries on that score. In addition to that I had my first wife's mother, Louise, who helped out when some back-up was needed when we had to meet social engagements without the children attached.My other mother-in-law Simone was a different cup of tea entirely.I remember when we went to Paris to visit Elsa's mother in her well-appointed penthouse not far from the Champs Elysees and I saw up close and personal the depravity of her life-style.. But after months of not conceiving I nagged him again to see a doctor. The news was devastating. The chemotherapy had reduced Marshal's sperm count significantly. We kept trying, less frequently though. We limited our sex to once a week in order to build up his sperm, but even that didn't work.When I celebrated my 38th birthday, I was depressed. No matter how hard Marshal and Jeff tried, they couldn't cheer me up. You see, I knew my biological clock was ticking. Even if I was still capable of.