Now back to women I actually know. This is Kelly, the chick I was dating before I got involved with my current gf. All but two of these shots are, like Ann, shots she sent me. This chick was SERIOUS about sex in that, with only one exception, every single time we got together (which almost always resulted in me going to her place), we had sex.
However, if she were any more vanilla, she'd be a tub of ice cream. She had a few too many bad habits that reminded me of my ex-wives. She refused to let me see her pee stream (even though I did manage to get one of my two pics of her when she was on the toilet, which took me several months to get to that point), was a hypochondriac, hated the music I liked, which I in turn hated hers, and the sex... God, that was a nightmare. First thing we HAD to do was get her off, which was only accomplished with her on top. She would come once, and only once, and she was essentially done. Then, and only then, was I allowed to "get mine." The whole time I'm thinking "this chick would really rather be reading the funny papers right now, I bet." Performance anxiety & everything.
And when I mentioned anything involving other people (which at that time in my life was something I still wanted), all hell broke loose! Way I saw it, only dating and our sex life was pedestrian & eh, yeah. Something was needed. Turns out she was aghast at the idea, but I was right after all- something was needed. That "something" was me finding someone so I could cut this one loose.
Guys, you should have seen the response I got the one time I went over there & told her I wanted to spend time w/ her & physically sleep with her but that I wasn't interested in sex.
Anyways, one of the prettier girls I've ever been with. And I love redheads.