Barry was excited. She was leaving again. He'd have time to himself again to be able to do things that she couldn't when she was home. Mainly he would surf the internet for sites that showed women taking control of and giving it to their men. The thought always excited him, but he never dared bring it up to Danielle, she was far too vanilla for things like that. She would barely change sexual positions in bed. Getting her to wear something sexy was next to impossible.
Today was different. Today she wasn't going to.
She watched her husband's steel-gray Jaguar pull slowly down the driveway. The summer sunlight glinted off the hubcaps as it backed into the street, reversed, and was gone. She supposed she had better clear away the breakfast dishes. Or maybe she'd take a break and read a magazine. Something to pass the time, anyway.
The cold blast from the shower left me spluttering and I swear I could hear a soft chuckle from the bedroom. Grabbing a towel, I pad down the landing, leaving a trail of wet footprints in my wake. The towel pooling on the floor as I spy you, laying on the bed, arms folded across your chest and a devilish gleam in your eyes. Maybe I hadn't run out of hot water after all.
People do things for different reasons. An emotion such as love can cause a man or woman to act in a strange way; lust or desire can often have the same effect and I've seen anger make a person lose control of a sensitive situation until it became a major crisis. All emotions and all swirling like fireflies in a storm through the human mind.
I woke this morning in a very strange mood... I think it must be the changing of the moon. I want to be alone. Totally alone. I need to think. So I send my husband fishing... and I take my son to my mother. As I drop him off I tell her not to worry if I don't contact her today. The pressure of work is over for the summer months. School is over until August and I am free to concentrate on myself. So I decided that it was just that! Time for me.
I could tell Velo was working up to a special request. He was giving me a very enthusiastic licking – something he hadn’t done during the two weeks we’d been sleeping together. Sure, he’d tongued my puss before, but only as a means of getting it nice and wet for his brand of fucking – deep energetic slamming. But now here he was washing up and down my labia with his tongue and then sucking firmly on my straining clit.
She came highly recommended. A friend of a friend sort of referral. He checked out some of her photography online and was impressed by her work. She had a good eye. He needed some head shots for auditions and print work. He had gotten into acting late by most standards, but it came easily to him and he found his looks, charm and likeability were already opening doors for him.
OK, I admit it. I have a real fascination for a woman’s ass. Not all asses, but nice pear-shaped ones. If I see a woman walk by, the first place I look is behind. Well, maybe not the first, if she is walking towards me, but I will make an extra effort to look back as she walks past me.
First let me tell you a little about myself. I’m 51; about 5 foot 9 inches tall, 175 lbs, graying hair.
I hate doctor's visits so much so that it had been six years since my last exam. They always liked to poke and prod in places I'd rather have not explored, at least by another man. So when they scheduled me with a female nurse practitioner I figured I'd give it a shot.
But when she walked in I started having second thoughts. She was not at all what I expected.
She sat sullenly outside his office, kicking at the leg of the chair with the heel of her black loafer. She knew this was it. She was going to get expelled for sure, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She silently cursed her rotten luck. Just then the door opened.
"He'll see you now," the voice said She looked up and saw the short, middle aged woman with soft gray hair smiling sympathetically at her and stood up to face her fate.