Sweatpants For Women – Best Price!

i’m a 17 year old straight boy who has had sex with 2 women in my lifetime both within the past 6 months i have been attracted to the past two years (1 in a relationship) but for the past year i have frequently masturbated to gay porn. i have never found men attractive, always and will be attracted to women. the porn just looks more pleasuring to a man which is where i have got my kicks on. i have always been curious to try it, but resisted. although the other night i was driving back from giving some friends a lift, and i pulled into a well known gay dogging site. it wasn’t long before a man approached me, got talking for a minute and told me he loves sucking cock. i asked him if he wanted to suck mine, he went around the other side of my car, i pulled my sweatpants down, and he sucked. i found this very pleasurable, as it was so much better than my ex girlfriend. i brought this into my car, at this point i was rock hard. the fact his penis was really massive turned me on, but when i tried sucking it, i didn’t really enjoy it. because of the lust i was in, i asked him if he wanted to fuck me. he pushed it in, and i found it so painful, hence not enjoyable, so he pulled out, now i feel dirty. he tried to kiss me throughout what was going on, but i moved away, as that just seemed too gay and not what i was seeking pleasure in. so i let him finish giving me this amazing head, and came in his mouth, and finished him off with a handjob. this was just a fantasy for me, and although i regret in the fact it’s gonna be secret to everyone, as everyone would take it the wrong way and think i’m gay, i actually found part of it quite pleasurable.

This is just a little excerpt I wrote from out of nowhere. Please tell what you think and anything I could add, subtract, and constructive criticism is welcome. I know it’s long but I REALLY appreciate this! THANKS

As he double doors to the First Nation Bank flew open all eyes turned from the side walk to the woman running down the concrete stairs in front of the bank. A security guard ran after the woman carrying the large black duffel bag. Oh my God! Had she just robbed the bank? Surely not. She was just a small 5’5”, skinny woman with a short black bob. She was wearing torn jeans and a jean jacket encrusted with those stick on jewels that were all too popular in the 80s and black Nikes. Yep, that was the exact description all those people were going to give the police. That’s exactly how she’d planned it. She smiled to herself as she ran down the alley next to the bank. The security guard was still chasing her but she was slowly gaining ground on him. This heavier set man wasn’t really the type to give chase. She kept running for all she was worth though. How long could she keep up this one woman act? She ran down one alleyway across a bosy street and then down another alley. As she rounded another corner she ducked into another alley. She tore the black itchy wig from her head and her strawberry blond curls fell sound her shoulders. She slid the jean jacket from her shoulders and let it drop to the dirty alley pavement and she pulled the sweatsuit jacket out of the outer zipper pocket of the duffel bag. She slid out of her shoes and tried not to stand on the disgusting concrete any longer than needed as she took off her jeans and rearranged the sweatpants she’d been wearing underneath. Putting her Nikes back on she rounded the jeans and wig and threw them a pile on the damp alley pavement. She pulled off the black polyester gloves one finger at a time and let them drop onto the pile. Then pulling a small bottle of vodka from the jean jacket pocket she took a quick swig and grimaced at the cheap alcohol. Throwing the jacket into the pile as well she poured the rest onto the gloves took a step back and lit them with a lighter she’d retrieved with the vodka. She had no idea how this DNA or fingerprinting thing worked but she hoped this did the trick. “Paranoid? Me? Never.“ she thought to herself. Once she was satisfied with the small blaze she threw the vodka bottle and it shattered next to a couple other broken bottles. Throwing the lighter into a nearby dumpster she strolled out of the alley with the black duffel bag strap across her chest. Walked along and didn’t have to pretend to have sweat draining down her face from a workout. She’d definitely gotten a workout from her little “recreational” run. A black and white car with blaring sirens and flashing lights flew by and she had held her breath while trying to simply melt into the scenery. Sure she looked completely different than she had ten minutes ago but you never know what could happen. As the sirens continued to travel farther behind her she let out her breath in a great whoosh. She casually smiled at an older woman who eyed her suspiciously and then had to fight the urge to look over her shoulder and see if the woman stared. “Yep definitely paranoid.” she muttered under her breath.
As she walked the three flights of stairs to her apartment, it was no wonder she was so fit, she was just relieved to be home. She dug the key out of the zipper pocket on the side of the jacket and slid it into the lock. Her door isn’t locked? That was strange right? Well not really, she often forgot to lock her door but she was already on edge so she stepped to the side of the door and eased it open. Peering around the corner she didn’t see anything off about the apartment. Maybe her paranoia really was getting the better of her these days. She needed a new line of work but more immediately she needed a drink to take the edge off her nerves. If she didn’t watch it she’d turn into an alcoholic one of these days. That thought was cut short as she took a couple of steps into her apartment and heard the sound of a round being chambered in a pistol. She froze as she felt something cold and hard pressed against the base of her skull. “Hello darlin’” said an unfamiliar man with a southern drawl. “I see you’ve brought me a present. Now just take the bag off and put it on the ground.” She did as she was told. What the hell else was she supposed to do? She wasn’t a black belt or superhero or anything. Heck she didn’t even think she could successfully land a punch. “Good job darlin’” said the stranger “Now slide the bag back with your foot. Nice and easy.” She slid the bad back and wondered if he’d finally let her turn around or just open the door and leave with the money. “Well thank ya.” he said and she noticed he’d moved a little farther away from her, toward the door. “Now I’m sorry about this part but I don’t need you telling nobody I was here, not that you could rea