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We Become Swingers
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
June 1998
Dear Reader, while this story can be read on its own,
it includes references to events described in an
earlier story. If you are curious about those events
you should read "The Peephole." You can access it at:
http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/stories/
-=*=-
It had been about two months since Carmen and Peter
moved into the apartment behind mine in the big old
Victorian mansion on Rose Lane.
Jeff and I befriended the older couple and I persuaded
Carmen to be my running partner. I'd been looking for
a running companion for some time, and Carmen fitted
the bill perfectly.
Through our many conversations while jogging down back
roads we became as close as sisters. Carmen, however,
talked me into a sexcapade, letting her and Peter watch
Jeff and me make love without Jeff's knowing, and after
that I kind of withdrew from my new neighbors a little
bit.
Jeff took it pretty well, but in the stark light of day
I felt embarrassed by what we had done, and it was a
while before I could face Carmen and Peter again.
Carmen was still my running partner, though, and we
continued to run together every evening when I was at
home alone without Jeff, so it didn't take me too long
to get comfortable around her again. We no longer
discussed any sex-related stuff, and I pushed the
peeping incident into the back of my mind as having
been just one of those things...
Well, I know better now.
You see, I have an "experimental" outlook on life. I
also have an active imagination, which includes things
sexual. I guess the unusual and kinky excite me more
than they do most women. Its always been that way for
me, as far back as I can remember.
The good part about it is that all my boyfriends have
really liked that about me. The bad part is that some-
times I get talked into things that other women rightly
walk away from.
This story is about what happened last night. I'm still
a little shaken by the whole thing, but thought I'd
write about it while it's still fresh in my memory.
(Kind of therapy, I guess.)
-=*=-
The topic of sex came back up last night. It was almost
dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile run.
We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the front
yard when she asked if we could use the computer to do
a little cruising on the swinger sites.
Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these swinger-
types advertise, and I didn't want to offend Carmen by
playing the prude, so I agreed, but just for an hour or
so because Jeff was coming over at eight o'clock. He and
I had been apart all week, and I had special plans for
him that evening.
We hurried up to my apartment, and Carmen turned on the
computer while I went to take a shower. I was soaping up
when the bathroom door opened and Carmen popped her head
round. "Hey, Krissy, how about you and Jeff having dinner
with Peter and me tonight?"
I opened the shower door slightly and looked out, intend-
ing to say that Jeff and I planned to dine at Raffia's
Place in town, but my answer stuck in my throat.
Carmen was standing in the doorway, completely naked.
When I regained control of my voice, I exclaimed:
"Carmen, what are you up to out there?!"
"Nothing. I just thought we could take a shower together.
It'll give us more time at the keyboard." She walked in
and opened the shower door, then stepped into the tub
next to me. I felt very embarrassed.
Yes, I know we'd had sex not two weeks before, but I
really hadn't planned on making a habit of it; in fact,
I was still a little freaked from the earlier experience.
I'd already started to protest when Carmen placed a
finger on my lips and said "Shush!" I looked into her
beautiful eyes (Carmen looks very much like a young
Lauren Bacall. No, she really does.) and felt myself
coming under her influence again. It's funny, but only
a moment before I had been busily washing my body,
thinking of nothing in particular, but here I was,
standing open to my friend with my knees trembling,
prepared to let her do as she pleased with me.
I watched the water running down her lovely breasts
and thought: "Life is strange." After that all I could
think about was the feel of her lips wrapped around
my left nipple as she sucked it in to her warm, moist
mouth. God, it felt good!
The water was cascading down on both of us now, and
Carmen's auburn hair was sopping wet as she bent over
my breasts. I remember thinking that I mustn't get my
hair wet, or I wouldn't be able to go with Jeff to the
movies.
It was as if Carmen had read my mind, because she
twisted us round into the full spray of the shower
head, and pressed me against the wall. The jet of
water came straight down on me, and my hair very
quickly became plastered to my head.
Now completely soaked, there was nothing to hold me
back, and I began to feel heat building inside me,
an excitement I usually only experience with Jeff when
we make love. I hadn't planned this, but the contact
with this sexy older woman was driving me crazy.
She began pressing down on my shoulders with her hands.
I didn't know what she wanted from me, so I resisted
until she told me to "sit." (My shower is one of those
inserts that has a built-in tub with surround, and this
particular model has a seat formed at the back inside
corner.)
Not knowing what else to do, I let her direct me into
a sitting position facing her. My face was now at the
same level as her pussy, and I could see rivulets of
water running down her flat stomach, beading up on her
furry little strip of trimmed pubic hair. Was I
expected to do something to her? Did I want to? I was
confused, but her dewy pubes did look rather sexy.
Her pussy now disappeared from my line of sight, to be
replaced by her lovely face. She was kneeling in front
of me, pushing my legs apart, while water continued to
rain down on us as if we were in a summer storm.
I looked on as she bent her head down between my legs,
and jumped when her warm tongue began tickling my clit.
I was amazed that she was able to home in it, without
any preamble, straight to my pleasure nub. It felt
fantastic! I'd never had any similar experience before.
Carmen knew exactly how to excite my body, and every
move she made with her tongue drove me higher than I
had been the moment before. One moment her tongue was
playing over my clit, the next it was delving between
my pussy lips to wiggle inside me. She really knew her
stuff!
Just before my orgasm hit I realized that she had been
playing my body like an instrument. I had no control
over the sensations she had brought on me, and I
blushed to realize that she had taken me to a higher
pitch of arousal than sex with Jeff ever had.
I lay back against the wall, quietly moaning, quite
unable to stop myself from coming. The water was beating
down on my swollen nipples, and battering my contracting
stomach muscles as I came on Carmen's tongue.
Within a few moments the pleasure sensations had become
so intense that I begged her to stop. She wouldn't,
though, and kept up the tongue torture while I squirmed
around in a vain attempt to escape.
At last I slipped off the shower seat onto the floor of
the stall, which had the effect of pulling Carmen's
mouth away from my screaming clit. I was breathing so
hard that when she brought her mouth to mine, I had
either to pull away from her or be smothered. I rolled
into a fetal position on the shower floor, instinctively
covering my crotch so that she couldn't do anything else
to me; I needed time to recover.
She reached up and turned off the shower before lying
down beside me on the shower floor. "Krissy, I don't
think I've ever seen anyone come so strongly; you were
beautiful." She hugged me, but I still couldn't speak,
so we lay for a few minutes in silence.
After a while I began to move. I felt I had to get away
from Carmen before she turned me into a lesbian or
something. I had enjoyed our sex too much. She'd totally
controlled me, body and soul, and that really bothered
me. No, it frightened me!
"Carmen, we have to get dressed! Jeff will be here soon,
and I don't want him seeing us like this!" I hoped she'd
accept that, and maybe even return to her own apartment.
However, she could read me like a book and realized that
I was uncomfortable with the thoughts she'd helped put
into my mind.
"Krissy, don't feel bad about what we just did. It's
called swinging. It doesn't mean that you're queer;
just about everybody who swings does the same. You're
a natural, you know. You should try the full deal;
you'd love it, and so would Jeff; I'm sure of it. You
know, I was disappointed when you covered our peep hole,
and it's been so frustrating being around you and Jeff
all the time, just knowing that you guys would make
perfect partners.
And yes, I do know that you considered it, but rejected
the idea because Peter and I have had so many lovers.
But I assure you, we're perfectly safe. With AIDS tests
and condoms, it's safer than dating."
I was staring at her large, erect, dusky-colored nipples
while she was explaining that I wasn't queer, and that
the swinger life-style was as natural and easy as a walk
in the park, when Jeff walked in!
"Shit!" I mumbled under my breath when I saw my man,
wide-eyed, standing in the doorway. His mouth was open
as he stared disbelievingly at us.
We were sitting, naked, on my bed; Carmen's arm was
draped around my shoulders, and the palm of one of her
hands was making little circles on my stomach.
I jumped up and tried to cover myself. Carmen, however,
just leant back, supporting her body on elbows.
I was just grabbing my robe when I turned to see her
smiling at Jeff, and slowly parting her legs for him. I
was suddenly angry with her. How dare she flirt with my
boyfriend! I realized that she was doing what she must
have done hundreds of times before. She wanted to fuck
Jeff, and she also wanted to line me up for her husband.
The thought excited me, in spite of myself. I knew I
ought to say something to stop all this, but I didn't.
Instead, I stood as if frozen, watching the scene. My
handsome man, his long blonde curls resting on broad
shoulders, stood quietly surveying Carmen.
Meanwhile she was sitting in front of him, with her
strong, tanned legs spread wide, displaying her per-
fectly trimmed snatch. Her bright-pink pussy lips were
slightly open, exposing her core, and her clit was
distended in obvious excitement.
I held my breath for what seemed forever, waiting to
see what would happen next. I didn't have to wait long.
To my surprise, Carmen got up from the bed and began
to dress. But even now she was putting on a show for
Jeff.
I could see that he was bulging his pants, and so could
she. It was so erotic to watch my man watching her. Still
standing naked, just out of Jeff's line of sight, I was
delirious with excitement.
As Carmen slipped on her T-shirt, she said: "Jeff, I hope
you liked the show. I was just asking Krissy if you two
would join Peter and me tonight for some sex, swinger-
style. I'd really love to fuck you, and I mean that."
She walked close by Jeff, brushing his crotch with her
hand as she passed, and came over to me.
Jeff swung around and saw me still naked, holding my robe
in my hands. Carmen paused in front of me and said in a
low voice: "Do think about it, Kristen. I've got to have
some excitement or I'll go crazy in this little village.
I promise you it will be quite safe."
That said, she leaned in close, pushing me back against
the wall. Beginning a long, deep french kiss, she made
me part my lips, then sucked her tongue into my mouth.
In no time I was panting for breath, then Carmen stepped
back and, winking at Jeff, strolled out of the room.
-=*=-
"I can't believe it, Kristen! You mean to say you just had
sex, and that you've done it with her before!? Did you like
it?"
Jeff had that whining twang to his voice that he always
uses when we have an argument. This time, though, I could
hardly blame him. The whole thing had been my fault,
though it was Carmen who seduced me. I had made Jeff feel
less manly; made him wonder about my sexuality.
I apologized tearfully: "Jeffy I'm so sorry, but she's
so much more experienced than me, and just seems able to
take control of the situation. You know me! I've always
been the one making things happen, but around her...
well, I just can't seem to help myself."
I felt terrible, that I'd betrayed him, cheated on him.
My apologies were cut short when the phone rang. Jeff
picked up the cordless receiver. "Hello?"
He listened and I watched him. He'd been away for almost
a week, working for the state parks department. He'd been
out in all weathers, and looked as dark as an Indian in
the room's soft light. His brilliant blue eyes roamed
over me as I stood naked before him.
It occurred to me that if we made love it would make him
feel better, and less threatened by what he'd just
witnessed.
He hadn't yet spoken on the phone, just listened to
whoever it was on the other end of the line. I thought:
why not get things going while he can't say anything
to me?
I dropped my robe and walked over to him, taking hold of
his belt buckle. He looked into my eyes and I wanted to
melt. I could smell that "man smell" he had when he'd
been worked outside all day. (He hadn't even stopped by
his own place to clean himself up.)
I undid the buckle and opened the fly of his Levis, and
he pretended to ignore me as he listened on the phone.
I wondered a little why he hadn't yet spoken, but I became
distracted when a quick tug on his pants freed his big
beautiful cock that bounced around before my eyes (Jeff
never wears underwear, a habit I encourage!).
I've described my man's tool in an earlier story, but
it's so handsome that I feel I must do it again. No, it's
not fifteen inches long; nor is it the size of a base-
ball bat. Together we've measured it, when fully erect,
at five and a quarter inches long and five inches in
circumference. For me, this is the ideal size. But what
makes Jeff's cock special is the color and texture of
the skin. His cock looks so strong and dominating it
makes me go weak at the knees whenever I think about it;
and I think about it at the oddest times, for instance
when I'm grocery shopping or, worse, at the gynecologist
(ahem... sorry about that; didn't mean to get carried
away).
At any rate, here I am, with my hand on Jeff's cock,
and I know what I'm going to do. Normally I wait until
after we shower, but I thought that the situation called
for an emergency blowjob. Knowing that he would taste
a little gamy, but longing to feel his cock on my tongue
anyway, I knelt in front of him. I looked up into his
face like a supplicant at a religious shrine, and brought
the head of his cock to my lips in a whisper of a kiss.
Just then I heard a noise behind me and looked around
with my heart in my throat. It was Peter! I couldn't
move for a moment as I looked up at him. (By the way,
Peter looks like Chuck Norris, except that his hair is
reddish-blonde and he's much younger. He even wears a
closely-cropped beard like Mr. Norris.)
I suddenly realized what I must look like, kneeling in
front of Jeff, with his erection in my hand! My face
went scarlet and I jumped up and grabbed my robe again.
Jeff, meanwhile, pulled his pants up, and I could see
he was embarrassed too. However, he didn't say anything,
just handing Peter the phone.
Peter was grinning as he spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Hey Carmen, you were right about Kristen! She was
already making it up to Jeff!" He looked at me. "Carmen
told Jeff just now that he owed her one because you'd
probably do something nice for him; but just how nice
I hadn't guessed." He beamed at me, while I stood
mortified and speechless.
Jeff now spoke. "Carmen made the whole thing sound
rather interesting on the phone. I'm ready to try this
swinger thing if you want to sweetheart."
I stood in silent shock, wondering what she could have
said to Jeff that would get him even to consider swapping.
Did he realilze what he was proposing? I could understand
him wanting Carmen - I know men are like that - but I
couldn't understand that he didn't mind me doing it
with Peter.
Suddenly I didn't find swinging all that sexy any more.
I was afraid things had gone beyond my understanding
or control, and I just stood there, trembling in con-
fusion, not knowing what to say or do.
Then Carmen was inside the door. Without a word, she
walked towards Jeff, as she passed me she gently tugged
away the robe I was clasping to my chest. She trailed it
behind her, dropping it on the floor when she came up
to Jeff.
I stood naked and self-conscious while Peter eyed me
from the doorway.
Brazenly, Carmen popped the remaining fastened button
on Jeff's jeans and lowered herself to a kneeling
position as she pulled down his pants.
Jeff's cock bounced into the open again, and I felt a
sharp twinge of jealousy when Carmen immediately went
down on it.
Jealousy soon gave way to amazement, though, when I saw
his whole thing disappear into her mouth and down her
throat. She started bobbing her head faster and deeper
than I'd imagined possible.
I've never managed to take Jeff's whole length into my
mouth, and was fascinated by what I was seeing. I was
going to have to ask Carmen how she did that.
Jeff stood in the middle of the room with his pants down
around his ankles. His head was bent back and his eyes
were closed, and he groaned as Carmen worked on him.
It was obvious that he wasn't going to protest. I still
felt confused, though. I didn't think I wanted to have
sex with Peter, but how could I refuse?
Carmen suddenly stopped bobbing her head over Jeff's
cock, standing up and leading him to the bed. Shuffling
over to the bed with his pants down around his ankles,
Jeff looked like a naughty little boy! It made me smile.
She got him to sit down and pulled off his pants. Then
she removed his shirt, rubbing her palms along his
smooth chest muscles, clearly impressed by his body.
For some reason I looked over at Peter. I'd already
seen his and Carmen's swinger profile on the Internet,
with pictures of them making it doggy-style. I couldn't
help comparing his body with Jeff's twenty-seven-year
old perfect one.
I'm used to Jeff's body, and feel comfortable doing
what I want with it. But here was a strange man,
standing close to me and obviously intending to fuck me
as soon as I'd let him.
Peter was no slouch, even at thirty six, and even though
he wasn't as handsome as Jeff, the thought of having sex
with him excited me intensely. I wondered what it would
be like; how he'd feel inside me. Such thoughts made me
nervous again.
Did I really want to go through with this? I realized
that Carmen was calling my name. "Kristen! Come here,
please."
Looking at them - Jeff sprawled on his back, and a nude
Carmen straddling his left thigh - I felt uncertain,
but did what I was told. She took my hand and pulled me
down on the other side of Jeff, who was still lying
back with his eyes closed.
I noticed traces of Carmen's saliva glistening along
the shaft of his rigid cock, and momentarily wondered
how he'd held out for so long under such stimulation.
Maybe he was as nervous as I was, or maybe he'd been
jerking himself off while he was away working (What
a waste!)
Carmen's voice brought me back to reality. "What did you
think of my technique, Kristen?"
"I was amazed you could take him so deep. I couldn't take
that much in a million years," I answered, feeling some-
what intimidated.
"Watch, and I'll show you how it's done." She bent over
Jeff again, effortlessly taking his erect cock in to the
hilt, then she began to pump him in and out with apparent
ease, making him groan again, and thrash his head from
side to side in ecstasy.
I was hugely turned on, watching my running partner and
current best girlfriend sucking my boyfriend's cock.
Impulsively I said: "Will you teach me, please?"
Carmen pulled her mouth gradually off Jeff's now-raging
hardon with a wet popping sound, sending it slapping
against his belly.
She licked her lips and said: "The trick is to start
slowly, pushing the head against the back of the throat
a little more each time. And try to keep your mouth and
throat in alignment so the penis can slide down into your
throat. Believe me, once you get used to it it's easy!
I was about to try it with Jeff when Peter gently pushed
me to one side and knelt between my boyfriend's open legs.
Carmen said: "Now watch this, and you'll see just what
I mean."
I couldn't believe what came next. Peter took Jeff's
cock in his hand and fed it into his mouth. I watched
in fascinated horror as the cock disappeared to the hilt
between Peter's lips.
I was still spluttering when he, like Carmen before him,
began pumping Jeff's organ in and out of his throat.
Peter's head bobbed faster and faster while Jeff thrashed
about on the bed, approaching the edge of orgasm. I just
watched, not quite believing that this was actually
happening.
Jeff thought it was Carmen sucking his dick. He was still
laying back on the bed with his eyes closed. What would
he say, or do, when he discovered it was Peter?
I felt really nervous as Jeff began to moan that he was
coming. He now opened his eyes and looked at his companion
(Jeff likes to watch himself come, and such habits are
hard to break) and I thought he would burst a bloodvessel.
One moment he was thrashing around thinking how sexy
it was to have Carmen eating his come, and the next he
found himself coming into a man's mouth!
His face turned bright red with indignation, but he
couldn't stop himself from coming. Moreover, Peter knew
what he was doing, and milked my man of every last drop
he had before allowing his orgasm to stop.
During the next few seconds the only sound in the room
came from Jeff's ragged breathing.
Carmen now took something slimy out of a bag, slipped
it expertly over Jeff's cock and climbed on top of him.
I doubt he could have stopped her in any case, but I
would have done if she hadn't used protection. (I found
out later that the slimy-looking thing she put on Jeff
was what's called "Lamb's Skin", a kind of condom made
from the intestine of a sheep. Its advantage is that
it doesn't scrunch up like a regular rubber, so neither
partner can even feel that it's there. I hadn't known
anything like that existed.)
Carmen wasted no time in fumbling around, but simply
positioned Jeff's cock at her opening and sank down on
him, beginning to ride him slowly as I watched.
I felt Peter's hand on my leg and rolled over to see him
standing over me. He had stripped and was looking at me
with lust in his eyes which looked deep and sensitive,
like those of some all-knowing being. I was terrifically
horny by now, but I really wanted Jeff to take me.
I looked over at him and found him reaching up to take
Carmen's breasts into his hands, and squeezing them.
I could tell he wasn't thinking of either Peter or me
and I felt another pang of jealousy at the thought of
the pleasure that Carmen was getting from my man.
I looked back at Peter and realized that this was it;
either I stopped things now, or I went forward. As if in
slow-motion, I saw Peter take out another one of those
slimy things and drape it loosely over his rather
interesting erection. I noticed just before he covered
it that his cockhead was unusually large - I mean, about
twice the size I'm used to. Length and girth were normal
enough, but that head interested me.
I'd have liked to examine it, but realized that Peter
couldn't wait. I began to imagine what his cock would
feel like inside me. Surveying his tight stomach and
knotted thighs, I also wondered what his body would feel
like against mine. To tell the truth, I was terrifically
horny and wanted Peter to fuck me; I recall being
surprised by the feeling.
Anyway, I ended up lying next to Jeff, getting fucked by
Peter, while his wife, Carmen, rode Jeff for all she was
worth! It was almost funny as Peter moved up between my
legs. I'm normally a very careful person. I take great
care of my body, and have always been assertive, but
here I was, letting Carmen fuck my boyfriend before my
eyes, and about to be mounted by her husband!
It was exactly what she and Peter had wanted; just as
they'd planned. It was hysterical. I was hysterical too,
unable to stop that fat-headed cock from moving between
my legs. I looked down between our bodies to see what was
happening, I though I could feel Peter's cock pressing
against my opening. At that angle I couldn't actually
see him doing it, but I felt him push, and that big cock-
head came rippling down into me. I actually felt it
passing along the interior walls of my vaginal canal.
It felt both weird and stimulating. He pulled out, then
whoosh, back in again, and I got the same rippling
effect as he plunged deep inside me.
Then he was humping away, and that big fat cockhead was
driving me crazy, scratching itches I didn't even know
I had. I'd never felt a cock like that before and it
was great!
He plunged away with abandon, and soon I was thrusting
back at him like a banshee, my legs wrapped tightly
around his heaving bottom. Both of us were growling and
groaning, whimpering and screaming as we thrust at each
other.
Eventually Peter shove specially hard, and that huge
cockhead pulsated as he pumped his hot come into me; it
was lovely to feel it expand and contract with each gush.
It felt so good that I couldn't hold myself back, and I
came on his rigid pole in gasping spasms that made my
whole body shiver for a goodly amount of minute.
I knew what I must look like, but my body went into
spasms under his and I called out: "Fuck me, Peter! Come
in me, Peter! God, I love you, Peter..." (Even now I blush
to remember those words and feel that I have to make it
up to Jeff!)
Somehow in the middle of my wild orgasm I realized that
I was out of control, and looked over at Jeff and Carmen.
She was feeling no pain, riding Jeff's cock like a cowgirl
at a rodeo. Jeff, meanwhile, was looking over at me as I
continued to come on Peter's cock. His blue eyes seemed
darker than I remembered them, and he was had a strange
expression on his face.
My spasms had started to weaken when Jeff's eyes suddenly
lost their focus and his handsome face screwed up. I could
tell that he was emptying his balls into the vessel that
was my friend.
I discovered later that Carmen had already come by this
time, but enjoyed bringing Jeff off a second time. In
fact, she declared herself more than willing to do it
again, if we would only let her.
I thanked her, but declined the offer, feeling that some
repairs to my relationship were probably in order. After
saying good night and bundling our sex partners out the
door, I turned back to my lover.
I was expecting a rebuke, but Jeffrey surprised me again.
With real enthusiasm in his voice, he said: "Baby, you
were looking so hot when Peter was driving you crazy that
I'd have come even if I'd just been getting it from Carmen!
I couldn't believe what a sex-crazed animal you were!"
I looked at those handsome Nordic features and smiled
weakly. "Sweety, I'm feeling a little embarrassed by the
whole thing, and I still can't believe we did it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean, Kristen, but you have to admit
it was great sex. and I, for one, wouldn't mind doing it
again some time!"
Here I am, shaken and unsure, and he's already talking
about doing it again.
Men! Can't live with them; can't live without them!"
THE END
*
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his
encouragement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a
good job editing my little story.
(c) June 1998 ed. 5/14/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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