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MY NOW HUSBAND HAD USED ME BEFORE MAARIGE

My husband and I met when we were introduced one night briefly through some mutual work friends. We hit it off and had immediate chemistry, and spent about a week texting and flirting before we were able to actually find a time to meet again for our first date. There was definitely good se. Jal energy between us, and we were both looking forward to seeing each other again. He came to pick me up for our date, and when I opened the door I tell you this man wasted no time at all. He took one look at me, just said 'Wow!', and the next thing I know he had one hand on my waist, the other on the back of my neck, and was kissing me deeply right there in the doorway. After about 3o seconds I stepped back, pulled him inside, and he took the cue that I wanted this to happen. Like now. Before I knew it I was turned around and pinned against the wall as he was reaching around and unb. ttoning my jeans. I reached back and slid them down off my ‹ s to help him out. I don't know what it was, something about the way he just needed to have me that badly the second he saw me, but it made me absolutely crazy for him. He bent me over and pulled my th ig to the side and I just grabbed onto the door frame to the living room for dear life. He was absolutely relentless...hands moving all over me grabbing my hair, holding me by the shoulders and waist, grabbing my i'*s, and sp.king my a s as we f ked. After a few minutes I felt his grip starting to tighten on my bos and knew he was getting close. The absolute last thing I wanted was for him to pill eat, so I just looked back and told him to c n inside of me. He unk ided almost immediately into my p y and I was finally able to release my grip and just lean against the wall to catch my breath. This man had spoken not one word other than 'Wow!' when I first opened the door, and had absolutely dominated me in the first minutes of our first date. "I guess we should go get dinner and drinks now?" he laughed as we got ourselves put back together. Best first date of my life!

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