Ripped Panties

  In the car after a nice date from a wonderful walk in the park, I set my morals out the door and gave in to a classy blow job...
  The make out session aroused him so much, Mr.boring began to pull out his "thing" asking me to give him a hand job. Was I in highschool again? who gives out Hand jobs besides virgins and innocent girls trying to keep a man? But I did...and this simple hand job led my arm to strain. My fear of having a sore muscle tomorrow due to "regret feeling of a hand job", I began to use my other tricks. Did I mention this was out in the parking lot at my work at 11 p.m. at night? If that doesn't say your living your twenties, I don't know what will.
   Has the performance began to get intense, so did his masculine hands. The hands began to wrap around my bottom, squeezing and gripping so tight. over and over his hands thrust me, and the only thought I could think of was a man was lustfully craving me desirably like a beast. As I began to go further and further down...this man so let out a cry and ripped the side of my panties completely off.
   After all was "done", I soon let him walk out of my car and back into his truck with the ripped panties at my side. Although Mr.boring is deployed for another week til coming back home, all I can think...if he can ripped my panties, than what other graceful moves can he show me? 

Lust on Mr. Boring

Before I began, Every girl should know you should never play with fire when it comes to your EX. But as for me, it is exactly what I am doing. I have now involved my time in calls, text, and dates with a man who is from my past, through out my blogs known as "Mr.boring". He is known as Mr.boring because he lacks social butterfly skills like me, instead he can be cheap and a homebody. Why would I ever run to a man like that? He is SEXY as hell.
   MR.boring has a sharp but distinct jaw line masking masculine hot genes and light blue eyes with the most perfect narrow nose. His shoulders are wide and broad with arms that a perfectly bulked up naturally. He is a runner and always working on his performance in working out, unlike me.
   MR.boring disappear from me one day, we got into a fight (over text) and he immediately stopped talking to me. Through out the months, he began slowly drifting back into my life. While I was in the sheets with another man, he would haunt me with messages and text.
   Slowly and surely, he made a pacing way back into my lustful heart, making me forget any other man. We have not had sex yet, after all the man disappeared and he can sure damn wait. But how can I not? he is an amazing kisser.
    The summer air kiss, you know... like when touching lips gracefully lock on one another but at the same time leaves a tangle of gentle gliding. The summer air is hot but sweet taste of dense humidity arises on your face. If not experienced this kind of kiss, you need to jump on this kissing fan wagon.
    Leaving me to the question... can a MR.boring really bring happiness and if so, how long can this lust last along the sheets before he bores you away to sleep. Leave it to me to find the answers.