The first time… for some people can be awkward and uncomfortable… for others it’s like finding yourself for the very first time. That was how it was for me. Nineteen and still a virgin. Not unskilled just not having found that person to make your eyes cross just by merely touching you. I knew what I needed… knew it from a very young age. I needed a man to guide me and let me lose myself for the time we were together. No inhibitions, no stipulations, just pure want, need and desire. It was what I had always known I would need. I met and married a man who I loved and who loved me dearly but it was not that one thing that I would need… that came later. I divorced and went through a series of bad choices looking to fulfill that desire, to have that need satiated. And then one day I found him, quite unexpectedly.
I met him the first day I entered the bar to shoot pool, in my little low cut blouse and tight jeans. Knew it the first time he looked into my eyes. I was with someone else but the attraction was there. That instinct that makes you know a person is about to enter a room just before they do. I knew it every time he was within fifty yards. My nipples got hard, my pussy started pulsing, and my breathing became shallow. But this was no ordinary man. He was rough and tumble and had that glint in his eye… the one they tell you stay clear of. I was drawn to him in an instant. Now shooting pool is a passion of mine. Always has been, but it’s rather hard to concentrate on the game when all you’re thinking about is having someone throw you up onto the table and do ungodly things to you.
