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She has cum on her inner thighs and shorts, and her hairy cunt is so wet and red – it looks like the red weasel bit his ear off the other cheek in a fit of pure, raging need – and she's lost in one impulse after another to summon the Friend or Fellow Sub. Yes, she wanted Him. Holy shit, what a day she's had. She has a four-year-old daughter and works a respectable corporate career. She takes her talents to overseas campuses and fields calls from rich prospective students…she can't wait to give them the nerdy blowjob treatment. That's the fourth time this month she's gotten flack from the old friends for roughing her too much…what's her acct now? O.o. That sound you hear is my grunting monologue, punctuated by noisy cigarette butts and the occasional angry sneer. One guest turned down my advances, partly because I kept saying we could go out to dinner, and partly because I was scared of a nasty head-to-toe chain reaction with severe sickness. Still, we decided to act like it was a normal meeting and we got together for spaghetti bolognese at the delle sole in an attempt to be both more chill and less frightening. Thanks to our understanding skills, we were able to agree on something that my ex–boyfriend would never object to, and, in fact, it was what they (and I) had been waiting for. We sat down and despite our outward appearances, we were actually pretty normal. We were fairly even physically, and a reasonable amount both in height and in weight. Interestingly, my dominant personality appealed to my bi–sexual friends, who seemed to thrive on both, although I admit I had initially been reluctant about the whole BDSM thing. But during a recent dinner we attended my then-boyfriend wanted to use my massage table as a "playroom" for some of his "projects." So I asked him if he would like to use the large family room sitting near the fire for a few hours while we worked. He said, "Of course, of course" – not that it was an invitation.

You see, I knew my Cole swaggering on the street and all that jazz musical crap that my ex used to give out after work. I was ready to throw my guts on the mat and start making the move to his apartment. Of course, he was a bit tight-lidded because of his physical limitations. So I told him that I wouldn't mind being his maid for a while – just to make sure that everything would be smooth sailing in the new town. He smiled – his only smile ever. The next day I got off work and went back to his office to see how his house was coming along. Here I was for the third time since getting off work. How did it come to this? Good. I opened the door to his office and there he was, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and sandals. I turned to him and stepped towards him. I took my time walking up to him. I could feel his respect for me growing. I reached out to him gently and started by kissing his feet. I ran my hands down his body to his shirt. I traced the insides with my fingers before I slipped my mouth over the top. I really wanted to get a good look, but I didn't want to rush things – I want them to be good for you, I said.

I didn't say anything else and stepped back to face him. Now I had a job to do and if I let my guard down I knew it. I felt him out of the corner of my eye as I stepped over to the desk. I looked at him for a moment. His shoulders were shoulder length and he was a good five feet ten inches. I felt his heart beat lightly in my ear as I got closer to him. I dropped my hand and leaned down for a kiss. I needed to feel him, but at the same time, I needed to remember why we were standing in that doorway in the first place. I was blind. The muscles in my arms clamped down on my tightly stretched body. It felt like I was being pulled along on a string. It was surreal. I felt his hands on my body as I stepped away. I could smell him after I was gone. Part of me wanted to turn and run, but my eyes told me to stay put..

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