I’m in a post-lunch afternoon slump, and browsing the web; romantic, looking at international Airbnb stays that I’ll probably never experience in person. A photographer friend clued me into the foot-fetish industry and let me know how much my feet are worth. David and I have a lot of aggressive banter during the game that I think is making everyone uncomfortable. We like to play, and sexting has become part of our routine; she says something to get my motor running … we have dominant/submissive roles. We’re both taking the day off work and pulling my daughter from preschool to go see friends in Philadelphia.

I’ve been talking to Ben, 38, for a few weeks now, and our schedules have finally permitted an evening together. He ends up staying over, which I’m not a big fan of, but I didn’t think I should make him drive the 50-plus minutes home. To access all the hardcore porn videos and access the bonuses, sign up for a password and become a member today!Half the excitement is knowing we could get caught any minute if someone walks in and I come in his mouth pretty quickly. The three of us are reading each other and feeding off each other’s energy and sharing excited and dumbfounded looks — one of the biggest thrills of the scene for me was seeing my play partners so excited and co-topping on the fly so smoothly with them. He doesn’t know that I know that he’s been having an affair with Lana for three out of the five years we’ve been married, and I always get so jealous when he mentions her. Anyway, John and I can’t fuck around during COVID because I can’t put my family at risk so we’re just really missing each other right now, and talking all the time.

During our initial sexting, he told me how lockdown had left him lonely, super horny, and looking for sex, drugs, or violence. That was my first trampoline sexcapade, but I have enjoyed other semi-public sexual encounters, from getting fingered under a restaurant table to having sex in the men’s room at a boutique hotel in NYC. Sometimes it’s gifts — a pair of Louboutins, or I’ll bring them out as my slave for the night and they’ll have to pay for everything.Think of this site like a secret look into my personal bedroom, that has a never-ending tsunami of pussy going through it. The hair-typing system tells you about your strand shape, but stylists think about many other factors when they’re caring for your hair.

He’s a guy I met recently at a wine bar who immediately picked up on my kinky side — I mentioned something about ball gags in my drunken stupor. In fact, if everyone had been standing by themselves, I bet I could have accurately paired each person with their mate. Adam decides to kill the mood by mentioning that my best friend, Lana, and her boyfriend, Mason, have invited us around later this week for a game night. As a marriage therapist, I’m used to meeting couples for the first time and I frequently find myself wondering what on earth they’re doing together.Yacht Guy definitely checks the boxes for me in terms of adventurous sex in public (well, outdoor) places. You can connect the dots on what happens on the messy Friday nights when the six of us drink our faces off and dance in the living room — because what else is there to do when you’re on lockdown. Some even pretend to be your average girl, just to do something different and get fucked in my Asian porn videos collection.

New York Magazine’s Sex Diaries series asks anonymous city dwellers to record a week in their sex lives — with comic, tragic, often sexy, and always revealing results. I’m a nurse at an elementary school, and today’s been a boring one, no broken bones, not even a scraped knee. Even though I’m horny, I hesitate, thinking about the fact that I’ve had guys over the past two nights. Open grade books were supposed to be a bridge between teachers and parents, but often it’s more like disruptive missed-assignment push notifications.I think we are getting ingredients to cook, but he picks up several frozen pizzas, some beer, and a pre-made salad. New York Magazine’s Sex Diaries series asks anonymous city dwellers to record a week in their sex lives — with comic, tragic, often sexy, and always revealing results. But life gets in the way — my husband is having child-support issues with his ex-wife and I am trying for a big promotion at work, since I have my own kids with my own ex. You can be emotionally bereft at the staggering absence of someone you loved and still wanna get railed by C, a six-foot-tall, glam-rock–looking photographer, and L, his feisty Tinkerbell-size girlfriend. I’ve never actually been in a serious relationship — the closest I got was right before this current Tinder rampage.