I'm Remy. I'm 20, and my lover is 67. I'm crazy about him. I really care about him. We live together.
What bothers me is he keeps saying that males in his family die at his age. I beg him not to say that. I tell him whatever time we have together is too precious to me. I don't want to think about life without my Ben.
He's my height. Slight belly. Not in the greatest shape. He gets hard and gets there. He's good with his mouth. Sucking me. Eating my ass. He likes licking my body. I love it.
I especially love kissing with him. He's the best kisser! Kissing and cuddling. Sex in between. We do that for days uninterrupted.
He took me off the streets. But that's not the reason I love him. He cares about me. My future. He thinks about my future more than I do.
While we're together on this earth, I just want to love him all I can. I know I will love Ben forever.
I've never been in love. I never loved anyone. Family. Friends. No one.
He has. He keeps pictures of the two main loves in his life. I know he's loved friends, etc.
He wants my sex life to be full.
He's old, and I don't care; I couldn't care less. I love making love with him. I love being naked with him. I love holding him and loving him.
He films me a lot. I'm mostly naked around the house. I like him filming. I do lewd things for him. I'll enjoy watching myself when I'm his age. I just love Ben.
I've been with a lot of different men. A lot. I was a prostitute. I fucked a lot besides that. Sex was a substitute for love. I was too fucking hungry for love. I let men do things to me. Groups of men.
I'm not ashamed of it. Ben helped me process it. He showed me how I used sex falsely for love. I love him. I love Ben.
And he's right. Physically, I could use a gangbang.
I'm a horny slut. With slut desires. If I wasn't, maybe he wouldn't be encouraging this.
We're home with the 3 men from the mall. They do kind of turn me on. I like that he's filming. We'll enjoy watching it together.
They're aggressive. I like that. I can get off on being treated like a piece of meat. In fact, I like resisting a little, like a mock-rape. We do set up a safe word.
"Can you three slow down, please?" I squeal like a mouse. I'm staring at their crotches. Boners tenting their shorts.
"You little cock-tease. Running around the mall in those fucking shorts. Showing your ass."
"Please, I..."
"Fuck. Every fucking prick in that mall wanted to fuck you."
"I wasn't..."
"Fucking little whore." "We see you looking at our cocks. You make us so fucking hard, you fucking slut." "You teasing little bitch."