The Life that is Dreamt of: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Life that is Dreamt of: Chapter 1

I have never been the type of person to express myself very much in the verbal way. Since elementary school I always knew in my head that I would do as best as I could academically and live the life I had always wanted to live since I was little, a big house, pretty wife, cool kids, and a wealthy, successful lifestyle. So I put my head down, achieved the grades I wanted to, participated in many championship sports teams, and enjoyed my life as the “popular” teenager so many kids long to be. So now, as I sit on my front porch in the Florida Keys, let me tell you the story of how I Giovanni Belettzo accomplished everything in my life I had dreamed of for so long, and everything in between. So I guess in my introduction I left out the fact that I’m a sex addict. Not in the way that you’re thinking however. I’m not one of those crazy fucks who are attracted to anything with a pulse. I am a very selective individual when it comes to what I will and will not shove my cock into repeatedly for a set amount of time until I shoot my load onto it. I guess to put it in a nutshell, I just enjoy having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body a little bit more than not having my cock inside a beautiful broad with a gorgeous face and a nice body. To be completely honest, this literally all started in fifth grade, I can’t believe that was almost eight years ago. I received one of these weird snowboarding brand magazines for Christmas, and in the very back there ...

... was a page I guess my parents missed to look over with all of these incredible teenage girls posing for Burton Snowboards in skin tight bikini tops, panties, and high pink baseball socks. Being that I was only ten years old, I wasn’t totally educated on the subject of masturbation, pleasure, and I guess sex in general. When I was ten, my sister was seventeen so I would always hear her and whatever boyfriend she had at the time doing crazy shit in her bedroom and hearing the occasional cliche “Oh my fucking God, fuck me harder!” from her, and the standard “Fuck baby, get on your knees and take this cum!” from him. Even though I didn’t really know what these things meant, I would always notice my cock would tingle and I’d get the sudden urge to start humping the shit out of the pillows on my bed when I saw my sister come out of her room and saw her face glistening with a layer of white fluid that slowly dripped to the rest of her body as she gave me the “Shh, don’t tell mom what you saw.” type of look. Don’t worry, this isn’t one of those stories where all of a sudden I tell you I fucked my sister on a daily basis, I never did. But my sister was, and still is a very beautiful girl. Barely over five feet, nice tan athletic track body with an ass and legs that could make any age man drool, and a perfectly shaped pair of C almost D cup breasts that were barely ever contained with anything but a risqué lingerie bra. Coming from an all Italian family, you could just tell she was the ...