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I always got along well with my hot-bodied, s*** older sister. She was a willing participant in my advances and fed into my interests (fetishes) for her body, long, usually red-polished nails, and overall s** appeal. When whatever we were doing during the daytime wasn’t enough, I started going into her bedroom at night to feel her up, play with her body, and generally use her as she slept (was a hard sleeper).

One night, I admit, putting my fingers too far inside of her, waking her up. Instead of getting pissed and fuming mad, she asked me if I knew what I was doing and knew what a woman wanted. She then pulled the covers off of her body and told me to climb in, which I did, not knowing what she had in mind for me. Trick?

She took my hand in hers and placed it onto her bare mound, then started stroking my already-up there item, wanting to know how hard she got me.

After a few minutes, the s*** sister asked me directly “Do you want me? and “If you do, let’s”. While I wasn’t quite sure of how she wanted or liked s**, I was all too willing to take the lead and jumped on her.

After a little messy and what I now know as “clumsy” romping s**, my hot sister told me she’d keep teaching me if I could somehow not say a word about it to anyone, especially my leering, always after her, friends.

We kept it up even when she moved into an apartment, as I had a key and would drop by often just for “lessons” from her. I’ve been married, divorced, and with various women in my time, yet, have to admit…She’s still the best I’ve ever had. I also compare other women to her, which I know isn’t fair.

New Confession

Many mornings i sit on my front porch with coffee and a cigarette as a relaxing way to watch the world wake up. This morning i was doing so with the residual taste of the male runner i orally please (usually weekly but sometimes more frequently) still clinging in my throat. An older couple was on ther morning walk today, i see them occasionally. She was the usual casual wave and good morning but he did not even glance my direction. She called him out on it and told him to at least say good morning, and they were on their way again. As they walked away he turned and looked back at me with an uncertain ezpression on hia face I hope she did not give him grief later, because i know why he was acting awkwardly. About six weeks ago he made his first visit to my back yard shed to take his own pleasure in my mouth. It was actually emotional for him because he had not gotten any relief in a very long time. I told him he was welcome any time. But like many older married men he was truly suffering the guilt and shame of taking his pleasure in a man’s mouth and for being unfaithful to his wife. But naturally after getting the incredible pleasure i gave him as i reverently worshipped his hard hungry male flesh…he told me during and after that he had no idea such pleasure existed…his guilt and remorse and shame got to him and after a couole of weeks i assumed he would never return. But sure enough, i eventually saw him on a morning solo walk and he came up to me unable to even speak or ask, and i simply had him follow me to my back yard shed and without speaking i gave him what he needed again. And of course afterwards despite his enjoyment in the moment, he was in tears again and said he could never do this again. But a week later, he was back for more. Then again a few days after that This is where we are at as i saw him on his walk with his wife this morning. I have sincere empathy for his inner crisis, and he kmows if he comes back for more he will get it time and again. I know it sounds arrogant but i know eventually he will come back again and again. Not because i am conceited but because i simply know men and the type of man that seeks what i give them on my knees. He will come back because they all do eventually this is simply how some men get what they need and i enjoy giving it to them for a host of reasons…..from the diary of a closet neighborhood cocksucker

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