Chubby Sex Blog

There was something about Frank: he seemed to ooze sensuality, and every
time our eyes met I got a big jolt of frankly sexual energy. The same seemed
to be happening with Lena. When I complained of a sore neck Frank gave me a
neck and shoulder rub that was so slow, so deep, so excruciatingly sensual, I
wanted to rip his clothes off right there.
By the time we finished our meal Lena and I were decided. Locking her
eyes with mine she picked up my hand and began kissing my fingers one by one.
Slowly I drew her into my arms until our lips met. Then we turned to our
guest, who was watching avidly. “Frank,” I began.
“We think you should come home with us. We can show you our house…”
“…and our bedroom…”
“…and our bed…”
“You see,” I explained as Frank’s hot eyes rested first on Lena, then on
me, “we have lots of fun together but we haven’t had a man in–how long has it
been, Lena?”
“I don’t know. A long time.”