A young married woman who knew sex in many ways and enjoyed it as a wife finds that if you have to be alone sometimes you can please yourself in many different ways and places. Nothing is too grave for a horny woman to find love, not even a tomb.
My name is Sheena, and I have always been sort of wild. Well sexually wild that is. I married this guy when I was eighteen and we had a great time for a few weeks then something wonderful happened.
I am 5’2” 120 pounds. I have short black hair with blonde and auburn red streaks in it. My eyes are sinfully gray and my Native American flesh tone makes me looked tanned all year long. I shave my twat smooth and silky and I have three dimples, one on my chin, and two on my cheeks on my ass. I had luck when I was younger and got some pills to enlarge my breast naturally and by the time I married I was 40E-28-36. A little pudgy but not floppy around my mid section.
We had been married for two weeks when his boss sent him out of town for the week. I was use to getting sex three or four times a day and suddenly nothing at all. So I moped around our apartment for a few hours the first day, and then headed off to the store for some smokes and a snack. Along the way I passed by the local cemetery and since I was on foot and the nearest store was straight through, I made a short cut through it. I walked along the tombstones until I passed by several concrete above ground tombs. One was opened and look abandoned, as I neared the doorway of it to pass by. I peered in and saw the flat concrete slab where the coffin would have rested and a thought came over me. I slowly peered around inside the building and then scanned the graveyard itself to make sure no one was around. Then I slipped inside and walked over to the slab and sit down. I was wearing a white tube top and black satin shorts and flip flops only, no underwear at all. I sat there on the cool slab in the dim room and began to get horny; soon I was fondl... Læs hele novellen
