The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat. Long, red hair whipping around her face, tan leather coat blown...
“I love the way you make me feel needed,” It’s quite a statement from someone who doesn’t appear to have an emotional bone in his body and I wonder whether it might be as practiced as your technique. As practiced as the condescending tone you add for effect, when you’re doing filthy things to me. Still I take it and analyse it. “Did he just call me needy in a round the houses kind of way?” my inner voice asks and then I s...
Continuing story; Please read Parts 1-9 first My boyfriend’s brother broadens my experience and talents. My life settled into a new routine over the next several weeks. I was fucking my three boys regularly, rarely missing a day and often fitting two in after school. I was meeting with my boyfriend’s brother less frequently than the other two, but the sessions with him were more sexually adventurous. I think it was...
