What follows happened when I was 25. At the time I taught in a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slender, and I was told that I have very beautiful breasts and a perky ass. I’ve noticed many men staring at my butt, even when I’m dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall. 5 feet 10 inches.

On the day of this story, I was escorting a couple of dozen children from my school on a visit to the National Gallery of Art in downtown Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city, and it was the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we proceeded to what I always considered ’the beginning’ of art - the exhibition of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of Our Lady, of Christ, and apostles or saints were my inspiration for childhood.

I first met him through an online chat room; began with us discuss time, news, the usual chat and progressed to discuss our sexual fantasies. This was where it became interesting, we were both half the 1930s, both married, both horny and openly. When he told me for the first time of his favorite fantasy I was interested but cautious, it seemed something that another woman would do, certainly not me. As we got to know each other better, I was determined to help him realize his imagination. The fantasy he had in mind was the following, walking in a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. Rather simple so far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never meet before and would have no idea how the other person seemed, too, would not be allowed to open their eyes until he said so. This part excited me, I was talking to him for several months and we talked on the phone but I could just take his word about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for the next week.

Since my half-sister and I met, we always hated each other for some reason. I’m 16 and 15. One night she and I ended up in my dark room one night, and we were fighting in the dark, and we stopped all of a sudden, and a little like our faces met, and our lips touched, and suddenly I went “get out”, and we did for about 5 minutes, and I was as hard as a rock, and I was just in my boxer, and she could feel totally what I had, so she started to take it. So next weekend he was back in my room, he was in my room using my computer, but as soon as our parents went to bed, he left, and he started to fuck, and every time he bothers me, we end up fighting, so he started banging, so we fought with TV and lights, and I went on fighting, so he kissed her like before.

Walter knew his wife was a witch even before he got married! And he knew his mother was also a witch! Once on a subject he turned it into a naked tall 6 inches ‘doll man’ in front of his wife and told him to get used to it if he wasn’t enough man to keep his wife going black! Veronica’s mother was a little racist. However, after Veronica turned it to her subtle, small self on the return trip to the city and apologized for what her mother did, she could say she was secretly satisfied with the experience!

Driving towards the end of a night from work to see my boyfriend in college I found myself following a white truck. He wasn’t going fast so I passed it, and then he tried to pass me on the light in his taxi so I could see what he looked like. He was cute and I followed him for a while and I decided what the hell, I passed it again and this time I did the same and I greeted him as I passed. It wasn’t like me at all, I don’t know if it was just late and I was bored or what, but I liked it. After a few minutes he passed again with his light, but this time he pointed to something straight and pushed by me. Then I was a sign of rest zone and I knew what he wanted. My heart started beating while I froze, I don’t want to keep doing it. I saw him flashing around half a mile in front of me. In my mind, I wouldn’t have stopped, but when I approached the heart races and I couldn’t stop pulling me in and pulling me up next to his van.