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I worked my ass off in Nevada and got done in eleven days. After a little recreational gambling, I flew back to Phoenix’s Sky Harbor Airport and went straight to bed. The next morning, I called June and she began to tell me everything. I told her to save it until dinner tonight. June told me that tonight was not good because her dress was being altered and she had a late hair appoint. I told her that I would pick her up on Wednesday at seven and I would not be late. “I missed you,” replied June. “I missed you too.” The next evening, I pulled Acıbadem Escort up to June’s place about ten minutes early. I knocked on the door awaiting to see June. “Come on in, I’ll be ready in a minute.” June came into the room and was dressed to the “nines.” She had on a silver gray dress that was just above the knee, smoke gray stockings, and her black stilettos. To accent the outfit, June had on a black shawl to cover her shoulders, the sixty-six carat black onyx pendant on a thirty-three inch thick Acıbadem Escort Bayan silver necklace with the matching earrings that I had given her. I said, “Skip dinner, you look good enough to eat right now.” June replied, “Relax, I hope so later. Now, it is time for dinner.” We got into the Vette and she began to fill me in on her sexual activities. June said the locals only place was awful. She made the mistake of going there on a night of a tequila tasting. June said she went and sat at the bar Escort Acıbadem in a western style outfit. The patrons were stinking drunk. She got molested, pinched, foul mouthed, goosed and one guy grabbed her tit. She threw her wine in his face. It was the longest two hours in history. The national franchise place was a little better. June went there at happy hour and ordered a white wine and appetizer. She was dressed like a female business executive who was traveling through Phoenix. June told me she was there about a half an hour before some drunken businessman hit on her. She said to herself, “Not for all the money in the world.” He got really obnoxious. The bartender protected her and threw the drunk out. June said that she thanked him and left when her two hour time limit expired. We pulled into the Gilbert Mexican Restaurant and went inside.

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Roma, mother of seventeen-year-old Ben, had just had the best sex for years with his schoolfriend Daniel. No sooner had her son left for a long weekend on a DofE expedition than his friend was in her home, then in her knickers, then in her pussy.She had spent an hour and a half in his arms and he had left with empty balls, a new lover and a promise to come around again the next day. Roma was still in bed.After half an hour feeling glorious, desired and satiated, Roma went to have a proper bath. She washed herself thoroughly, then when she dried herself, she photoed her shaved pussy for Daniel.She sent it to him saying, “Tell me you want this again.”Within ten minutes a photo of a turgid rod came back.“Is this the answer you wanted”?Roma felt her nipples stiffen.Roma went out shopping for four hours to keep her mind off Daniel. Food shopping was mindless but necessary, but Roma bought strawberries and whipped cream she wanted eaten off her nipples and champagne she wanted Daniel to lick off her. She was shocked to realise she wanted to coat Daniel’s cock with cake mixture and eat it off him.When she went to the mall, she was trying out six different perfumes, wanting a new one to coat her pussy with, wanting Daniel to sniff it and be aroused. She bought herself a new bra and thong, dark blue but sheer. She wanted Daniel to pull her thong to the side and enter her, take her, use her, cum in her.When she bought a tight dress, showing off her melons, her inner thighs, her Anadolu Yakası Escort flat belly, she knew she was a woman in heat. Hell, why not? She was thirty-five, horny as hell, looking to fuck her brains out for the next five years.When Daniel had not said anything for six hours, Roma guessed he was at school. He had fucked her from 8.15 to 9.45am after all. He could have got to school by 10.30am, still be there at 4pm. She expected he would be round tomorrow, when his parents headed to the supermarket.Roma knew it was better to wait than to push. He had told her she made him hard, she must trust her instincts and not be a needy, neurotic MILF. But god she wanted something up her pussy right now. Roma wished she had bought a vibrator too.She would wait for Daniel, but God the boy was stringing her needy pussy along.————————–Daniel had left Roma, went straight to school and had a quick shower. When Roma sent him a picture, he rubbed his cock in the changing room to create a big cock photo and sent it to her. Then he switched his phone off. No good getting expelled.Daniel longed to tell a few people about his conquest but he knew he could not. He could print Roma’s pussy picture out though, that would have no ID on it. He was sure a few classmates would jerk off over it. But he was beyond that sort of thing, maybe he should not encourage others.One of Daniel’s female classmates picked up some vibes and asked Daniel Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan if he had anything exciting to share.“What do you call exciting?”“You know. Doing things with girls. You’ve not become gay, have you?”Mel smiled fondly because she knew he was not, one of her friends had jerked Daniel’s cock off the summer before last.“Ha, ha, ha. Well, all the girls at school have eluded me this term.”“Come on Dan. You’ve been getting something somewhere. I can see it in your eyes.”Mel could be annoying that way, Daniel mused.“Mel, as my friend, can you accept that I cannot talk about this one? I would love to, but no. I need to know you will respect my wishes, just as I respected your wishes when I wanted your body but you resisted me two years ago. I have never wanked as much as I had to before I gave up on your sexy ass!”Mel smiled, blushed and felt humbled. She liked Daniel, but truth be told, she wanted him to play the field before she would risk it with him. She knew she could easily fall in love with him, could never let him know that. She worried he could break her heart.She had lost her virginity on holiday to a guy from another country. It had been pure lust, no feelings whatever. She had had three more like that, then had a three-month fling. She knew now she would never lack for sex, but she was irrationally fearful about missing the love boat. Hence keeping Daniel in the back pocket.“Okay, Dan, you have a deal. Escort Anadolu Yakası But I loved that you were attracted to me, it was just the wrong time for me then, as it is right now too.”“You and me, Mel. Friends in the sex wars. I am pretty beyond humping for humping sake now. I like women who keep me interested at least for a few weeks!”“You are disgusting, friend! Even I managed three months last time”.“Mine was four, hopefully this new one will last until graduation”.“Okay, dude, perhaps we can be college sweethearts? When you decide my horny body has a warm kind friend and a sharp brain accompanying it”.“It does? Then maybe you can be my date on my twenty-first, a romantic decathlon from 6pm to 6am?’“I will give it my due consideration and answer in 2021 if that is ok with you?”Daniel knew Mel could be trusted to keep quiet, he would do the same for her sometime if necessary.———————–At 6pm, Roma got a text message from Daniel.“Tomorrow evening, 6pm, your place. Need to be home by midnight, so you have five hours before I need to shower, say my goodbyes and convince everyone I was in town at some dance club”.Roma photoed her new lingerie and sent it to Daniel, so he knew what he would be taking off tomorrow. She spent the evening making a soup and a pasta sauce, ready for feeding her lover boy.Then she zoned out, put some music on, drank a glass of red and watched an old Taggart feature on Freeview channels. She went to bed at ten and slept like a log.She woke at six, got up and showered and then found another dick pic from Daniel sent half an hour previously. He was ready for her twelve hours early.Roma giggled and decided to make him wait. She texted back telling him to forget six pm if all his cum was not saved for her. Then she shut her phone off for two hours.

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Brian had been my best friend for several years. We had gone to school together since we were in sixth grade together. Brian and his mother lived a couple of houses down at the end of our dead-end street. We were inseparable since the day we first met and our folks used to call us “Pete and Repeat” because where one was, you could be sure the other wasn’t far away. We went to school together and took a lot of the same classes. It made for a reliable study partner and we helped each other make it through school all the way until we graduated. We helped each other through our individual girlfriend crises–Amy and I broke up and Paula broke Brian’s heart. There were a lot of good times, and some bad times along the way. Brian’s folks split up one year and it took a toll on him. But he knew he could count on me to help him through it and we both leaned on each other over the years.However, the fall after we graduated high school, “Pete and Repeat” had to take separate paths. You see, he was going off to college while I was unable to. He got a grant to study biology, his favorite subject in school, and I was going to head into the job market and see what I could do to make a living.The day before he was due to leave for college, Brian and I were at his place, lounging around the pool. “Tommy, I have a favor to ask of you. It’s a pretty big favor too, so be prepared,” he said, looking right at me.Since he didn’t usually ask for favors like this I knew he was serious. “What is it, Brian?” I asked, sitting up.”Well ever since Dad took off on us, it’s been just Mom and me here. And now I’m going off to college. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come home next summer or not, I’ll just have to play that by ear and see. But I’m worried about Mom being here all by herself. I know you aren’t going off to college and you’ll be around–would you look after her while I’m gone? You know, stop over from time to time and see how she’s doing and if she needs any work done around the house? I know you are pretty handy with home repairs and fixin’ stuff. She might need someone to do some things around here,” he said.”Sure Brian, you don’t even need to ask. I’d be happy to stop in and check on your mom. And you can give her my phone number in case she needs anything in between times. Don’t worry about it buddy,” I said.The thing is that Diane, Brian’s mom, is hot–I mean smoking hot, and she knows it, too. She always wears provocative clothes, you know tight t-shirts with no bra, short shorts, barely-there bikinis, and dresses so short they would have to stretch to be mini-dresses! All the clothes that show off her long legs, tight ass and big tits. She is a tease and a flirt and she loved to make men drool over her.About a week after Brian left, Diane called me Göztepe Escort and asked me to come over. I wasn’t doing anything that day and I went right over, eager to see this hottie and what she was wearing that day. She didn’t disappoint either, she was wearing a sleeveless tie front crop top and her short shorts (cut so high she almost couldn’t wear any underwear!).”Hi Tommy, come on in. Want a glass of tea or something honey?” she asked. She made us both a glass of iced tea and we sat down at the kitchen breakfast bar.”Tommy, I wanted to ask you if you would like to make some extra money this summer. I know Brian has asked you to check up on me and I like that you come over and help me out. But I’m talking about something more than that. “You see, I’ve been wanting to put up a storage shed… one of the pre-cut, build it yourself from a kit kind, and I was wondering if you’d like to do it for me. “I was going to hire a company to do it, but if I can give you a little business and save some money at the same time then I’d rather do that. “I know you are pretty handy with tools and I’d feel better having someone I know around the house than a bunch of strange construction men,” she said.Of course, I said yes to the job for a few good reasons. She offered me good money. Money I could use since I hadn’t found a job yet. Plus, she said she would get whatever tools I needed and I could keep them afterward. Also, and more importantly to me, it would give me an excuse to be around her house for three or four weeks, which to a horny eighteen-year-old was a very big perk! I’d had a pretty big crush on Brian’s mom for several years and I wasn’t about to pass up any chance I could get to be around her.Diane suggested I start working on the first of July and I agreed. She ordered the kit and I made a list of the tools and supplies I would need to do the job. I had most of them already but I did need a few painting supplies and a few other things.About a week before the kit was scheduled to arrive, I started going over every day. I had to layout the concrete footings and plan out how the shed would sit on the property. Diane wanted the shed to be able to hold the yard tools, the pool cleaning equipment and some other things that never seemed to find a home. There was also going to be a small carport type affair on one side that she could store the riding lawnmower in so it would be out of the elements.Every day I showed up at her house, Diane was wearing something scandalous–either an oversized t-shirt or man’s white shirt with nothing else, or her ridiculously tiny bikini, or some hot lingerie that would make a Victoria Secrets model blush. Diane did love to flirt and tease; she loved wearing clothes that no adult Göztepe Escort Bayan should wear, except her. I could almost swear she was taunting me to take her, even though she had always dressed like this. It was something I believe irritated her jealous ex-husband to no end, but only made me want her all the more!Anyway, as I left she said, “I’m really looking forward to having you here helping with this project, Tommy. I think we could have a lot of fun with it.””Me too,” I nodded, not realizing the subtle innuendo her words carried.She smiled her dazzling, knee-buckling smile, and added, “But be careful, it’s supposed to be pretty hot out all next week.””I will dress properly,” I said.She winked and smiled coyly, “I’m not sure I will.”That night as with most nights, I dreamed about my best friend’s mother and all the things I would do to her if I ever worked up the nerve. Being young and still quite naive in the complexities of seduction, I wasn’t entirely sure of Diane’s motives. Was she simply toying with me and teasing a horny young man just for the thrill of being able to, or was she actually trying to tell me something? I knew I had to be careful, Brian was my best friend and I didn’t want to come on to his mother unless I was positive that was what she wanted. It was a dangerous situation and I had to be sure before I made any kind of move. I didn’t want to be too forward and act out of line, but I also didn’t want to pass up a once in a lifetime opportunity either!I arrived as scheduled at eight the following morning. Because I was over at her house so much these days, she had given me permission to just come in without knocking.”Ms. Baker?” I announced myself as I slowly opened the door.”Come on in Tommy,” Diane said. She was sitting at the breakfast bar dressed in her short silk robe, her long lean legs exposed and crossed. I walked up to her and got a good view of her ample cleavage. I thought for a second about just tugging that robe open and devouring this woman–the object of my greatest dreams–right then and there. But again, I had to be sure I had read the many signs of her interest in me right; it would be humiliating and potentially friendship ending if I was wrong.”Do you want some breakfast, honey?” she asked.”Oh, no thanks, ma’am, I already ate before I came over,” I said.”Okay then, and it’s Diane,” she said. “There’s no need to be so formal, sweetheart. How about a cup of coffee then?””Okay, Diane, a cup of coffee would be nice, thank you,” I said.We sat and talked a bit about the project and she told me she would be here all morning but that she may have to leave for a bit that afternoon. She asked me what I would be doing that morning.”Well, I have most of the foundation Escort Göztepe work done and there are just a few more things there. Then I guess I will start laying out the floor joists and subfloor. Once I get that done, I guess I will start working on building the walls,” I said.”It all sounds too complicated for me, but I guess you know what you are doing. I’ll leave you to it then,” she said.I went out back where the supplies had all arrived the day before, and I began working. I was a couple of hours into it when she came out to check on me. Dressed in her miniscule two-piece bikini that showcased every curve of her perfect body, my cock instantly woke up in my shorts.”How’s it coming, Tommy?” she asked.I ignored her play on the word ‘coming’, even though my natural smart-ass had a hard time leaving an opening like that alone. “It’s coming slow and steady,” I said.”I was going to go for a swim. You can take a break and join me if you like,” she said.”Not at the moment, maybe later though,” I said. I knew if I did get in that water with her, I would be done for the day.”Okay, but if you change your mind…” she said. I nodded, watching her turn around and dive fluidly into the pool.I spent the next half hour constantly distracted, while nearby the most beautiful MILF in the world made like a mermaid, swimming tantalizingly close to me. A couple of times she came over to the edge of the pool closest to where I was working and propped herself up on her arms on the side watching me. The way she watched me and seeing her wet hot body, it’s a wonder I didn’t smash my fingers with the hammer! Damn that woman knew how to work it!Finally (and mercifully) she decided to get out of the pool and she grabbed a towel. “You look hot, Tommy… would you like a lemonade?” she asked, smiling flirtatiously.”Sure,” I agreed. I actually was quite thirsty, but more importantly, I wanted her to come back outside with me. While she was making our lemonade, I took off my shirt to show off my very toned upper body.I worked for a couple more minutes until she returned with our lemonade. “Looking good,” she said. Diane was still in her bikini although it had dried almost completely now.”How can you tell, it’s just a few pieces of wood scattered about?” I joked.”I wasn’t talking about the shed,” she said, handing me my glass and holding onto it a little longer than necessary. She smiled that beautiful, perfect smile then turned and went back over to the pool, and sat on a lounge chair.Reluctantly, I went back to work. I had been working for about twenty minutes, when Diane called, “Tommy, could you be a dear and come give me a hand for a moment?””Sure, be right there,” I called back, wiping my hands on my shorts and going over to her.She was applying suntan lotion to her legs and arms when I reached her. She asked, “I’m trying to work on my tan. Would you mind putting some lotion on my neck and back?”Would I mind? I thought, Hell this was every teen boy’s fantasy! Putting lotion on a hot, sexy, half-naked MILF like Diane–I’ve masturbated to less!

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We waited for this moment ever since we laid eyes on each other in the dorm hallway so many years ago.  The part of us we had been denying for so long was finally being satisfied.  After it was finished, you simply held me as the water fell.  You are too afraid of letting go or closing your eyes.  Afraid the moment will pass, and you’ll have to give me back to him all too soon.We finally separate when the water begins to cool.  You re-dress into your swimming trunks and I in my cover-up.  Nervously we emerge from the shower.“I’m sure they are still at the beach.  Quit being such a silly sally,” you tell me.“I know. I just thought your mom would freak out if she caught us…hmmm…naked…together…in the shower.  I don’t really want to explain that one,” I confess.“Ehhh…She’s seen worse,” you admit.“Ohhh…” I am unsure of what you mean.Everything about you makes me nervous and excited at the same time.  I blush thinking of the many past experiences I am sure you have had.  As the warmth fills my cheeks, I feel the warmth Bostancı Escort in my belly and down below spread as I remember our shower not five minutes before.  I knew you were experienced but I felt like screaming.  I try to play it cool, unwilling to let you see how utterly stunned I am by the intensity of my release.  They say marijuana is the gateway drug and I know you were my gateway.  I was hooked.  One time was never going to be enough.  I need more.  I need to see if you really could satisfy my darkness.  The real question was, can I satisfy yours?.After dinner with your family, you grasp my hand and lead me outside.  I notice on your shoulder you are carrying a beach bag with several towels inside.  Once we reach the beach, we turn right and begin walking along the water’s edge with our feet sinking into the wet sand.  As the sun disappears below the horizon, the quiet solitude of the darkness descends.  You find a section of the beach filled with large sand dunes.  You create Bostancı Escort Bayan a nest of sorts with the towels in the sand.  As we watch the moonlight on the waves you place your arm around my back and I place my head on your shoulder. The warmth of your body on my face and side stir my lust.  My heart begins pumping harder and harder until I am sure you can feel its intensity.  I kiss your neck once and then again and again.  I want more.  I need more.  I shrug out of your hold and wiggle into your lap and continue to kiss your neck.  I place my hands on your face and slide them down your back.  I feel the effect my kisses have on you.  Your erection grows until it presses uncomfortably against my inner thigh.  Craving your touch, I stretch out my legs and gather them around your back so that I am straddling your lap.“I need you inside of me now,” I beg.This is all the encouragement you need.  You quickly begin kissing me deeply, searching for my tongue.  Your kisses trail Escort Bostancı down my mouth to my neck and down my chest.  The hairs on my arms stand up and goosebumps are visible everywhere.  You dance your fingers over my labia, spreading my arousal around from my clit to my ass.  My hips intensely rotate to ride out the pleasure of your fingers.  You slip one finger into my cunt and slide me slightly on my side while supporting me with your arm.  Your thrusts start slow, but you quickly pick up the pace.  My body aches for you to push harder and faster.  My heart continues to pump faster, pushing blood to the surfaces of my skin.  Everything is warm, and my body is melting under your touch.All too soon you snap your fingers out of me, leaving me frustrated and angry.  All of my former anxiety is replaced with a sense of urgency and desire.  Everything around me fades away.  I no longer care where we are or who is watching.  All that matters is forcing you to continue.  Before I can snatch your hand back, I catch you rummaging through your beach bag.  My blood chills as I see what appears out of the bag – a small pink plug.  I quickly swallow as I feel my sex warm, and my body responds by secreting more of my arousal.  The chill last only seconds as I see the incredible need in your eyes.  You feel it too.

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The first time Luther ever laid eyes on Sadie, the only way to describe his reaction to her is to say that he had an incredible, almost scary, feeling of awe. He also knew he could fall in love with her. It was a warm, muggy day in early May, and he was hiking at a community park near the campus of the university he attended in Florida. It was a large park, some of it open, some of it wooded, with picnic tables, tennis courts, a playground, and clean restrooms. There was a large lake with a trail all the way around the circumference of it. One lap around the lake was about two-and-a-half miles, so Luther would often run or walk from his apartment to the park, take a lap around the lake, and then head back, and he’d get himself a pretty good workout.Luther was hiking out from the trees when he heard a small commotion. Fifty yards ahead he saw a group of people on the bank at the water’s edge, excitedly focused on something, and a small dog was barking and shrieking its head off. He jogged over to see what was happening. The dog was about twenty pounds, some fearless terrier, straining on its six-foot leash which was barely being grasped by a young mother with a little girl at her side. And right there on the bank, tete-a-tete with the pooch, was a squirmy, hissing alligator.The gator looked to be about seven feet; it was hard to tell because some of its tail was under water. Luther had seen gators around this lake before, but usually they were minding their own business, floating on the surface or sunning themselves on a far bank. But this reptile was not in a good mood, and the onlookers seemed to be hypnotized with no idea what to do.“For God’s sake, get that dog away from here!” a sharp, female voice cried out.Luther, and everyone else, turned toward the voice. Standing to his right was a young woman with a concerned look on her face. She was tall and slim, and appeared to be about Luther’s age, with a dark complexion, big brown eyes, an aquiline nose and long, black, braided hair. She was dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a peasant top. “I’m serious, take that dog away,” she said. “That’s a bull gator and it’s mating season; that dog could be lunch.”Finally, a teen boy took action and picked up the dog and they backed away.“Take off your belt,” she said, looking at Luther.“Huh?” he said.The alligator’s tail swung hard to its left, pivoting the body to the right, scaring the shit out of everybody, and moving a bit farther up the bank. The young woman tossed her satchel on the ground and kicked off her flip-flops and walked into the water, approaching the gator from behind. She jumped onto its broad back and gripped him with her hands on each side of his neck. After a moment or two the beast stabilized, and she slipped her hands around the closed snout and held tight.“Can I borrow your belt?” she said to Luther. “You’ll get it back.”Sheepishly, Luther unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off and moved closer, holding it out for her.“Loop it through the buckle,” she said.Luther did. She pulled the snout up so it pointed toward the sky.“Now lower it over the snout.”Luther did as instructed, dangling the belt and lowering it around the snout. She tightened the belt as hard as she Üsküdar Escort could and pulled it back the opposite way and fastened it. With leverage and stringy strength, she wrestled the gator onto its back and held the belt firmly.“Somebody call the police,” she hollered. “They’ll need to get the Critter Gitter over here. They’ll want to relocate this bad boy.”A woman called 911 on her cell and explained the situation. She told the dispatcher that a young lady had subdued the animal. “Oh, I think she knows what she’s doing,” they heard her say. While they waited, the young woman kept the less-active gator under control. Within five minutes a police cruiser arrived, and then the wildlife control guys showed up and took over. They taped up the gator’s choppers and tossed Luther’s belt on the grass, then hauled and wedged the big fella into their truck.Luther picked up his belt and looped it around his waist. He lingered while people congratulated the gator girl. When the group had dispersed, he approached her.“That was amazing!” he said. “You were very brave, and comforting. You obviously knew what you were doing. Very impressive.”“Thanks,” she said, blushing. “Ya don’t want to take any chances with a bull this time of year. That gator was bold; I think somebody’s been feeding them. That’s never a good idea.”“How did you learn to do that?”She shrugged. “Grew up with them.”Luther found himself not only impressed, but very attracted to this girl. She was not what he would call pretty, but she had a primal, almost savage sexiness to her. Tall and rangy, with small breasts and long, lean legs, and defined longitudinal muscles lining her forearms and calves.“Grew up with them?”“Yeah. In the Big Cypress.”She grew up in a swamp? he thought. Luther was a city boy, raised in the suburbs, so this was foreign to him. He was now even more intrigued by this exotic lady.“My name is Luther,” he said, and held out his hand and they shook. “Very nice to meet you.”“Sadie,” she said. “Nice to meet you too.”Luther looked at his watch. It was getting on late afternoon, happy hour somewhere.“Could I buy you a drink? Or a coffee or tea?” he said. “You don’t have to run off, do you?”Sadie paused briefly, her natural caution, as if trying to decide whether she should. She felt tentative around others, especially in populated areas, but she knew she had to be more open and sociable. She smiled, and her posture relaxed.“How about a smoothie?” she said.“Smoothies for two coming up!” he said with a smile. The smoothie shop was only a short walk down the road.They further introduced themselves as they walked to the shop. Luther told her he was finishing up his next-to-last semester at the university with a major of Business Administration, and often would hike and run at the park. He learned that Sadie had just visited the campus and had enrolled for summer school and would be starting class later that month. At twenty, she was starting college kind of late. She would be majoring in Wildlife and Wildlands Science.At the shop Luther ordered two large smoothies: A pineapple-mango for himself and a cherry-vanilla for Sadie. They sat at a table by the window and made small talk. Sadie Üsküdar Escort Bayan gradually relaxed, and Luther learned quite a bit about her.—-Sadie grew up in the swamp, on a hammock edging the Everglades and the Big Cypress. Her mother Mika was a Miccosukee Indian and her father Frank was a white guy from Georgia. He was a swamp rat, grew up hunting and trapping in another big swamp, the Okefenokee. He met her mother on a trip to the Glades, fell in love, and only went back to Georgia to pack up and say goodbye. He moved down to the Glades and he and Mika found their own space, where they homesteaded, and Frank built them a cabin. Frank fished and trapped and hunted for food to eat and to sell in nearby towns. He was also a handy mechanic, known for miles around as the guy who could fix almost anything.Sadie learned from her father at an early age how to fish and hunt and trap, and helped bring food to their table. She loved where they lived and took great interest in her surroundings. She was entranced by the myriad flora and fauna and learned all she could about every one. Her education consisted of waking up everyday and absorbing the beauty around her, and sporadic attendance at a one-room schoolhouse in a hamlet about five miles away. She would walk and run to school, sometimes her Dad would give her a lift in the airboat, but just as often she was too busy out in the marsh to bother. She attended class off and on for eleven years. But she loved when Dad would go to town for provisions, and she would go along and load up on library books, and bring them home and bury herself in the pages.The university had a field lab on the road skirting the swamp about six miles north of their cabin. When she was twelve, she’d heard that they would pay good money for venomous snakes of the region. One day she hiked over there to find out if that was true. There were two men there, both scientists, Mr. Jake and Mr. Fred, and they assured her it was true, fifty dollars for each rattler or cottonmouth, and seventy-five for a coral snake. They used them for research and to sell to other institutions. She said okay, she would bring them some. They got a kick out of this saucy young gal, but they liked her and humored her, and told her to go ahead, but to be careful, and they would stock up on petty cash. But, damn if they didn’t end up paying her quite a bit of dough.Over the next few years, they became her steady customers. Sadie would show up once a week with three or four snakes, and go home with cash, half of which would go to the household and half of which she would save. On those visits she would hang around and talk to the men and pepper them with questions and learn all she could about her environment and the wildlife and the plants and the ecosystem. The men were impressed with this sharp young lady from the swamp, and encouraged her to get her high school equivalency, take the placement exams and apply to the university. They wrote glowing letters of recommendation for her. And now, here she was.—-Luther sucked his straw and heard the sickly slurp of an empty cup.“What an amazing story!” he exclaimed.Sadie shrugged. It was her life, much Escort Üsküdar different than his, but nothing remarkable. Luther’s life in the suburbs was equally as foreign to her. She said she had to be going. She had an appointment with a lady who rented rooms to students. Then she had to catch the Greyhound for the three-hour bus ride home. She didn’t own a car.Luther asked Sadie if he could see her again. She shrugged again and they exchanged numbers. Sadie didn’t have many friends, and she was uncomfortable around a lot of people. This was one reason she’d decided to matriculate for the summer sessions, when the classes were smaller and the campus uncrowded. Luther decided then that he would register for summer school, and graduate in August rather than wait until December.“There’s no signal at home,” she said. “So you might not be able to reach me.”—-When Sadie came back for classes, she and Luther began seeing each other. He was fascinated by her and he wanted to get to know her. She was not the typical college girl that he could party with and get high with and get into bed. To Luther, she was as mysterious a specimen of wildlife as the snakes and gators.They met for smoothies again–the girl loved smoothies, that was one plus for civilization–and then lunch, after which he kissed her for the first time. Then dinner, when they kissed some more, and a few other dates. Luther suggested coming home with him, or getting a hotel room, but she nixed that idea. Sadie’s landlady was strict about guests, so their dates usually ended with a make-out session on the front porch swing.Independence Day was approaching. Luther said something to Sadie about going to the fireworks together, but she said she couldn’t go. Too noisy and too many people. She would be busing home for the weekend.“Could I drive you?” Luther asked.“What? You drive me home?” Sadie asked. “Oh, no, Luther, I couldn’t let you do that. It’s a three hour drive each way!”“That’s okay, I’d like to. I’d love to see where you’re from, it sounds interesting to me, so exotic. You can give me a tour, show me your favorite places.”They batted it back and forth for a few minutes, and Sadie accepted.“Okay, Luther, I accept. But I will buy your gas and your meals.”—-July fourth fell on Monday, making for a long weekend. Saturday morning Luther picked up Sadie and they headed off. It was a sunny, clear day and driving was easy. They talked about anything and everything, plus Sadie told him about where they were headed and some of her memories and favorite spots. She held his right hand when he wasn’t shifting gears.The first two hours were over well-traveled highways, then they turned onto a two-lane which continued to narrow as they drove into the backcountry. Luther’s nose crinkled with the sour, sulfurous miasma of the swamp.“Home sweet home,” Sadie said, as if on cue. “God, I love that smell.” Finally, they arrived at a hamlet beside a wide-open area of water. There were a few houses and shops including a general store, a restaurant, and a bait and tackle shop. There was a neon Busch Beer sign flashing in the window.“Park over there,” Sadie said, pointing to a small lot. “You can leave your car there.”They grabbed their bags, locked the car and walked into the bait shop. The place was cluttered with merchandise piled everywhere, a cooler along one wall, and two ceiling fans struggling to cool the place. Behind the counter sat a chubby dark man with long white hair on his head surrounding a bald dome on top.

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“Wait, what do you mean you changed the recipe?” the CEO asked his genius but socially inept lead mixologist.”Well, I didn’t realize you wanted the drink to actually make a girl into your Perfect Girlfriend, so once I saw your incredibly sexist ad campaign, it inspired me to go back to the drawing board and craft something that would make your dream a reality. Now whenever a girl drinks Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she’ll develop a crush on the first guy she talks to afterward, feel compelled to ask him about his Perfect Girlfriend, and will immediately become whatever she hears him say! What do you think?””I didn’t mean it literally! Jesus, Christine, that should be impossible, how on earth did you manage to… you know what, nevermind. At this point, it doesn’t even matter. Just get the head of distribution in here so we can start the recall. I just hope no woman actually drank that stuff, or we’re gonna be in for it…” Cut to Leslie and Dan, two twenty-year-old undergrads eating lunch at their local college.”What’s that?” Leslie asked Dan, pointing to the brightly colored can sitting on his tray as the mousy brunette plopped down next to him on the bench.”Something called Perfect Girlfriend Juice,” Dan mumbled self-consciously.”Why would you drink something with a misogynistic name like that??””Hey, don’t get mad at me! They were giving out free samples, so I grabbed one before I got a chance to look at it. Here, you can have it then,” he said, thrusting the can at her to demonstrate that he meant nothing by it.She hmphed a bit as she reluctantly accepted it, before popping the top and hesitantly sniffing the carbonated liquid inside. It smelled like any other energy drink, so Leslie took a tentative sip, and was surprised to discover that it actually tasted pretty good, like tangy bubblegum.”How is it?”An odd shiver ran through her body as she looked back up at the sound of his voice, and she suddenly found herself admiring his face more closely than she had in the past, taking in his dark eyes, cute nose, and strong, attractive features. She’d never really thought about Dan this way before, but she had to admit that he was cute and that she was feeling more and more drawn to him as she continued sipping on the potent, bubbly liquid, and the shivers, now tinged with arousal, continued to travel up and down her spine.”It’s actually kinda good,” she answered, but as she glanced back down at the can in her hand, still cool and wet with condensation against her fingers, she felt a new curiosity building up inside her, and couldn’t stop from asking, “So, speaking of perfect girlfriends, what kind of girls do you like?””Oh, uh, I guess I like cute, girl-next-door kinda girls,” Dan started, embarrassed at the forwardness of the question, especially since he’d always felt a slight attraction to Leslie (along with most other girls, to be fair), and didn’t want to accidentally offend her with his answer. “… who are smart and confident and uh, value self-improvement,” he concluded, looking down at his tray and wondering if he’d said the right thing.Leslie, however, had focused her attention on his words, free of judgment, open and intensely curious as the information seeped deep into her brain and her body began to discreetly modify itself accordingly. She snapped out of a brief, trance-like state a second later, feeling a bit uncomfortable and out-of-sorts both physically and mentally, but unaware of her changes as her facial features tightened up into a cute, button nose and a welcoming smile.She noticed Dan’s discomfort and changed the subject. As they chatted, however, Leslie thought her wit felt a bit quicker than usual, and she experienced a warm, giddy sensation at making Dan laugh, feeling an unexpected familiar closeness to her recent acquaintance Üsküdar Escort as her body toned a bit under her clothes to give her pleasant softness some shape and curve.”Did you do something different with your makeup today?” Dan asked suddenly, aware that something seemed different about his friend’s features. She looked especially cute today and felt so familiar and easy to talk to, almost like they’d been close for years, instead of only having met a few weeks prior. “It looks good.”Leslie felt herself blush with pleasure at the compliment, especially coming from Dan, and she practically glowed with happiness as they went their separate ways a few minutes later.During her next class, despite how frequently her thoughts of Dan filled her body with warm, exciting tingles, Leslie somehow felt much more attentive than she usually did, and with much higher information retention. She was a Psych major, but she’d always felt that the subject matter was just a bit over her head. Apparently, that was no longer the case, and Leslie found herself devouring the finer points of the lecture with an ease she’d never felt before.Not only that, she felt driven by an unfamiliar need to get better at Psych, to see herself making visible improvement in her mastery of the material. In fact, it seemed like she now felt that way about pretty much every aspect of her life. She needed to make herself better, and moreover, she had full confidence that she could do so. And besides, Dan had said that his Perfect Girlfriend valued self-improvement, and she suddenly found herself caring an inordinate amount about what her erstwhile casual acquaintance saw as attractive.That night, as she looked at her body in front of the mirror, she noticed that the slight physical discomfort she had felt earlier seemed somehow reflected in the face and physique of her reflection. She had noticed that her clothes were fitting her a bit more loosely than usual that afternoon, and now she looked, for lack of a better word, cuter, a bit more petite overall, with boobs that were smaller but somehow perkier, and it seemed like her facial features had softened and even her hair somehow looked more vibrant, giving her an overall vibe of open sweetness that matched how she had felt all day. Especially about Dan.Over the next few days, as her crush got the better of her, Leslie found herself seeking Dan out more and more often. It was clear they both felt comfortable around each other as if they’d known each other for years, and their friendship quickly deepened. Dan thought he sensed a bit of chemistry between them and caught Leslie staring at him a few times when she thought he wasn’t looking, but it was good to have a friend that he felt so close to, and he decided not to make a move.Every once in a while, Leslie would get that irresistible urge to ask Dan about his preferences in women, but each time, he answered with the same noncommittal “smart and confident” line that she’d gotten the first time. Even so, Leslie listened just as closely whenever he repeated it, and, unrelatedly, she also noticed that her Psych grades were continuing to improve and that she was feeling much less anxious around other people than she usually did. One day, as they walked down the hall together, Leslie noticed that Dan’s head had turned and that his gaze was intently following the ass of one of the cheerleaders as she bounced her way the other direction.”Hey, Dan!””Uh-huh,” he mumbled in response, clearly still distracted by the sight of young, firm ass.”Whacha lookin’ at?” she asked innocently, leaning against his arm. This immediately got his attention, and he snapped his head back around in panic.”Nothing!””You were looking at Emily, weren’t you?””Uh… no, of course not!””It’s Üsküdar Escort Bayan ok, I just want to know what you find attractive about her. No tricks, I promise – I’m just curious,” Leslie wheedled, overpowered by that same odd compulsion to seek out information about what Dan was attracted to.”You seem to be asking about this kinda thing a lot recently. Well, I like that she’s strong and athletic, and I like that she’s probably the smartest person in school, professors included…”Leslie’s pace slowed and her face slacked, trancelike, as her mind absorbed this new information and her body discreetly put his words into practice. Once again, Leslie only felt a sensation of slight physical discomfort, completely unaware as her thighs and calves strengthened and her arms and core toned, but she did notice that her body was suddenly filled with energy, like she could drop everything and run a mile right then and there.Dan seemed to get more comfortable with his explanation as he went on, especially now that they’d become so close, and Leslie immediately picked up on this with her improved mental acuity, which somehow seemed to have gotten even better in the past few seconds. She felt an urge to take advantage of his honesty, hoping to finally get a straight answer as her powerful muscles put a new spring in her step and she bounced down the hall beside him.She uncontrollably blurted out, “You weren’t staring at her because she’s the smartest girl in school, silly! What were you looking at, specifically?””Fine, you caught me. I’m a guy. I like the way her tits fill out that top, I like the way her waist flares out to those hips and the way that tight toned butt fills out those stretchy pants. I like the way that she takes pride in her appearance and wants to be as sexy as possible. If she had jet-black hair instead of blond, she’d be pretty close to my ideal woman.”Whereas in the past, Leslie would have scoffed at an answer like that, now she completely understood where he was coming from as she felt her own desire to become as sexy as possible growing within her. Why on earth had she worn such dumpy clothes today? Her baggy t-shirt and loose jeans were hiding her body, especially with how petite she had looked the past few days when they should be showing it off?She thought about her own tits in comparison to Emily’s, concealed by her top, perky and small, perfectly fitting the cute, girl-next-door vibe she had been giving off recently, complete with darker brown hair that now felt woefully inadequate. She knew that lots of guys found that look sexy, and was certain that Dan was attracted to her body, but now she realized that what Dan actually liked was toned, athletic, cheerleader types with big tits and firm asses. He liked a girl who seemed cute and innocent, but whose wholesome demeanor did a poor job of hiding her curvy, invitingly fuckable body, which was further emphasized by the revealing clothing that clung to her shapely form and welcomed the male gaze. Rather than be offended at how stereotypical his preferences were, however, Leslie instead integrated that tidbit of important information deep into her psyche like all of the other info she had pieced together, and as before, her body began to subtly conform to her new, sexier mental outlook.She didn’t pay it any attention at the time, as enraptured by Dan’s presence as she was, but as Leslie continued to strut down the hall, her breasts and hips began to feel odd, almost swollen, and as her conversation with Dan turned from sexy girls to more mundane topics, her loose t-shirt and jeans began to feel tighter, and in certain places, much tighter. Meanwhile, struck by an uncharacteristically sexy impulse, Leslie began to arch her back and Escort Üsküdar stick out her chest a bit as it grew, but the combination of her new posture, stronger back muscles, and the weight of her bookbag all worked together to mask her changes as she continued to unwittingly ripen into Dan’s Perfect Girlfriend.When they split up to go to their separate classes a few seconds later, Leslie caught Dan’s eyes looking at her hair in confusion, before briefly flicking down to her body as he waved goodbye, and she felt a surge of arousal and pride at the success of her new, sexier posture. She put some sway into her stride as she walked away, hoping that his eyes were on her butt even as she cursed herself for her loose jeans, and committed to putting in the work to fulfill her goal of becoming as sexy as possible. That night, free of Dan’s inexplicably intoxicating physical presence, Leslie finally had the wherewithal to reflect on the odd physical sensations she’d felt throughout the day, which, upon reflection, closely reminded her of the discomfort she had experienced before discovering that she had somehow become more petite a few days ago. And, though she had been full of energy all day and her body felt lighter than ever, this time, her unfamiliar physical sensation was a satisfying, heavy fullness, which, when combined with the tightness of her clothing on her bust and hips led to one obvious conclusion.Moving over to the mirror and shucking off her horrible clothes confirmed her suspicions, but with one additional surprise: her increased energy and strength was predictably accompanied by a much more athletic figure than she had ever had before, with larger musculature and visible muscle tone, and this time, her boobs had grown instead of shrunk, very noticeably so, and now uncomfortably filled out her B-cup bra to overflowing, but, for some reason, her hair was also much darker, practically black, and perfectly framed her face with its glossy tresses.Too excited about her new body to be overly disturbed by her new hair, Leslie unfastened her bra, sighing in relief as her bra strap finally stopped digging into her back, and reveled in her new tits’ sexy shapeliness as they jutted proudly off her chest, hanging high and heavy with large areolas and perky, upturned nipples. She had no idea how it had happened, but she was ecstatic to have already made so much progress toward her self-improvement goal of becoming as sexy as possible, to be measured by Dan’s standards of course.If anything, they’re even larger and rounder than Emily’s boobs… wait. Leslie suddenly felt an incredible clarity wash over her as the most intelligent brain at her school started making connections far more easily than she was used to, even after her first intelligence increase a few days prior. Each time, she had started feeling different immediately after Dan had mentioned what he found attractive in women. Her physical discomfort afterward and the physical changes she had noticed later had seemed unrelated at the time, but in hindsight, it was clear that her changes lined up perfectly with his words.Suddenly, it all made sense. The Perfect Girlfriend Juice, her frequent, odd compulsions to ask Dan what his Perfect Girlfriend was like, and her sudden, almost debilitating crush on him, which had her pussy moistening even now in pleasure and anticipation at the thought of being in his presence again.This led her to a much more damning realization as she continued to flex her athletic body in the mirror with pride, happily groping her sexy new tits as she appreciated their size and fullness. If Dan’s words could alter her body, what was keeping them from altering her mind as well? She thought back to his comments over the past few days and noted that her sudden success in her Psych class had started immediately after Dan telling her that his Perfect Girlfriend was smart at lunch that day. Similarly, her recent desire for self-improvement must be the result of Dan and the Juice, along with her incredibly uncharacteristic need to become as sexy as possible.

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You’re walking on a road. The road is simple stone brick, not wide enough for a car. The sky above you is orange-ish pink. In front of you, the horizon bends up and climbs a hill.You hear the clicking of your steps as you walk. You look down and see white heels and a pale pink dress. Dangling from your hair you can see ribbons. You reach a hand up. Your hair is long and wavy. The ribbons tie pigtails that frame your head. You like pigtails. You like ribbons. You smile.On each side of the road is a field of sunflowers that goes on forever. You feel the presence of someone beside you. It’s Carl. He’s cute. His hair is long and straight, touching the small of his back. You stop, and he stops with you. You grab a sunflower and put it in his hair. He smiles. He twirls and you both giggle. His shirt is paisley patterned and his skinny jeans show off his ass.You take his hand and lead him into the flowers. He lays down beneath you. You take off his shirt and see his chest. It’s smooth and soft. As your hands run over him, each breast swells under your touch, rounding like clay. He lets out a moan.You pull down his skirt and see his pubes waxed to a landing strip. He tries to cover it and blushes. You laugh. He laughs with you. You fall into his arms and kiss his breasts, suckling on his nipples. You switch back and forth between each breast and feel him squirm under your touch. You nibble on the left nipple and laugh while you do. You switch to the right nipple and slide your hand over his tiny dick. You stroke it, but it won’t get hard. You switch back to the left nipple and feel the cold metallic taste of his piercing. You go back to the right nipple, and again, find the pleasant taste of his piercing.You hear something behind you. Water is running. You turn around and see Karla in the kitchen. She’s washing the dishes in nothing but her skirt. You enjoy the sunlight dancing over her large breasts, the light catching and glimmering off her nipple piercings. She stops when she sees you. You peel off your skirt and see you’re wet. You’re dripping.Then Karla puts her tongue up your wet pussy. You hold her head and guide her. Her hands roam over your body, reach up, and find your ribbons. She twirls them through her fingers. You appreciate her ass from below you and the feel of her long hair as it brushes your leg.You cum.******I wake up wet. This is happening more often. I don’t remember the dreams anymore. They aren’t as vivid or powerful as the one in the room with black sheets and orange walls and the letters on my chest that I can’t see and can’t ignore. They are hazy and vague. Last night was something pink and soft. Whatever it was, my panties are soaked. Each day starts with me masturbating in the shower now. It’s the only way to keep all this aching horniness under control.It’s been almost a week since The Dinner Party from Hell. My voice has recovered, but my pride hasn’t. The night felt like a breakup. Maria chose Reyna, or whoever that person is now inhabiting Maria’s body. I lost her. And I almost lost Carl. He’s been quiet since the dinner, but he hasn’t shown any concerning behavior. As far as I can tell, I saved him before any brainwashing Şerifali Escort became permanent.Looking back now, the whole thing was stupid. I had no idea what I was thinking. I walked right into Reyna’s seat of power and tried to defy her while I couldn’t talk. I also put Carl at risk and almost lost him. I need to be smarter if I want to save Maria. I can’t charge in there and challenge Reyna to a battle of will. I must be clever and careful. She must have a weakness.My greatest hope is to work with numbers. I don’t think Reyna can influence multiple people at once. Every time I’ve seen her do it, with June and Carl, she had to focus on them. If I had numbers on my side, I could overwhelm her. I need allies. Jace is out. Maybe I could explain the situation to Carl, but I don’t trust him right now.The work day is long. It’s been this way all week. Everything feels like a waste of time, like a distraction from what I should really be doing. If I have to read another romance novel about an incredibly buff man getting every heroine wet and weak in the knees, I’m going to scream.Around 4 PM, I can’t take it anymore, and I head outside. At first, it’s just a walk; I need to clear my head. I leave the apartment building and wind my way around the sidewalk. After a block or so, I’m past the residential buildings and near a collection of restaurants and bars. I’m not hungry and don’t want to waste too much time. I spend an hour in one of the quieter bars. I try to relax, but my drink doesn’t do anything for me. I still can’t focus.I head home anxious about the evening. I don’t have any plans for dinner. I don’t even know what we have in our refrigerator or pantry that I could cook. I could always make spaghetti. Again. Lord knows Carl never gets tired of the stuff.When I walk in my apartment, I freeze. The lights are off, but from around the corner I can see a faint light. Music, something classical, is playing. I can smell something savory as well. Cheese? Salt? I’m not sure.After my dreams and the dinner party, I’m on edge to anything strange happening. I look around for something to defend myself with and arm myself with an umbrella. I creep around the corner and see our shabby dining room table covered in rose petals and two tall white candles. A meal is on the table, but the plates are covered. There, at the end of the table, is Carl, smiling. Beautiful Carl.I feel my insides warm and my skin flush. Carl stands when he sees me.“Surprise,” he says calmly in his own adorable way with a shrug.“You did all this?” I ask. He nods. “For me?” He keeps nodding.“Well, technically,” he adds, “I didn’t cook. I picked it up from that restaurant we love downtown.” He steps towards me, takes the umbrella out of my hand, throws it into the other room, and takes both of my hands. “But trust me, you did not want me cooking.” He smiles, and I lean in to kiss his goofy face. It’s been so long since he did something romantic for me.“I really appreciate this,” I say between kisses.“I just wanted to do something for you,” he says. “I know you’ve been stressed lately, especially since the dinner at Reyna’s.”I go to my chair and Şerifali Escort Bayan Carl pulls it out for me. I smile at him, and he pushes it in. “My lady,” he says as he does it.“Why thank you,” I say. “What brought this about?”“I realized what an idiot I was at the dinner. I was rude and ignorant. I wanted to try again to redeem myself. This time, without the fire.”He serves me an aperitif of port, which I can enjoy this time. I don’t ask how much this all cost. I’m sure we can’t afford it, but I appreciate Carl’s gesture immensely. We need a chance to redo the catastrophe of last week. He reveals a small salad, nothing fancy. He asks me about work. I tell him that these cheesy romance novels are killing me. We eat the main course. He suggests trying a new publishing agency, one that doesn’t specialize in romance. He’s supportive. He’s kind. He’s charming. He’s a whole new man.We’re eating dessert, an addictive tiramisu, and into a few glasses of wine, when he starts to get steamy.“I hope you’ve enjoyed the meal,” he says.“I have. I really have. This has been sweet.”“Did I earn any rewards, my lady?”“Perhaps you did, but let me finish this tiramisu first. It’s proper foreplay to tantalize the lady’s palate.”“By all means, take your time,” he says with deference.“I’m truly grateful for this, Carl. I think I needed to feel fancy without the stain of Reyna on it.”He chuckles and adds, “Absolutely. That was crazy.” He pauses for a second, his eyebrows furrow as he tries to process something. “I was wondering …”“Yes, dear?”“How did Maria meet her? It doesn’t seem like they would be in the same social circles.”I shrug. I don’t want to get into it about Reyna tonight.“You have any idea where all that money came from?” asks Carl.“None,” I say.“Oh, well, okay,” he says, sounding disappointed. “I was just curious.”“Yeah, I’m curious too,” I say. “But I’m not thinking of Reyna tonight. I’m thinking of us.”“Yeah. Me too. I’m just making conversation.”“Right.” Calm down, Sarah. Don’t be a bitch. He’s being sweet.“Did you like the port?” he asks, sounding nervous now.“I did. I’d never had port before.”“I like it. It’s sweet, but not like a dessert wine sweet.”“I agree. It’s refreshing.”“It’s expensive too. I mean, not this stuff; this is the cheap stuff. But a lot of this is pricey.”“It’s a nice treat every once in awhile.”“You know what else is a nice treat?” he asks, getting up from his seat and taking my hand. I shove the last bite of tiramisu in my mouth and follow him to the bedroom. There are rose petals leading the way and some candles lit. It’s beautiful, and I remember that, though Carl can be stereotypical guy sometimes, he does have this sweet feminine side that I love so much.In front of the bed, he turns and kisses me passionately. I feel his fingers fumble for my shirt, and I help him take it off. He struggles with my pants, and again, I help him strip me. I peel his pants off. He kisses my neck hungrily, but it feels wet and sloppy. We’re practically teenagers again with our clumsiness. His pants get stuck around his feet, and he has to sit down to get them off.When he stands up, he almost growls and Escort Şerifali takes me to the bed, climbing on top of me. I reach up for his tits, wanting to play with them, but he pins my hands behind me and leaves his shirt on. He starts to grind into me and gyrate, riding me cowgirl style. I try to grind with him, but our rhythm is off. I overpower him and roll, putting me on top. I’m disappointed to see that he’s not hard yet. I guess it’s fine, because I’m not wet yet. I grab his hands and put them on my tits while I grind my pussy into his dick.I start to moan, but I’m not feeling it. I know he likes it when I’m loud, and I hope I can get him hard so I can feel pressure on my clit. Maybe then I’ll get wet and we can get this over with. I see his hand snake down his side and reach for his ass. I stop riding him and lean back to see him start to finger his ass.“Don’t stop. Keep riding me,” he moans while he fingers himself. I try to get back into it, but I’ve never seen him finger himself. I’m not really into anal, and as far as I know, Carl hasn’t been either. I don’t know where this is coming from, but if he gets hard, maybe he can finally fuck me.“Yes,” he moans. “Please. Fuck me, fuck me in the ass, Reyna. Yes! Please! Fuck me, Reyna!” he shouts.My whole body locks up. I climb off him and away from him as small spurts of pathetic cum from his limp dick coat his belly. It’s disgusting, one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. He runs his hands over it, scooping the cum off his shirt into his mouth and moaning more. He pumps his hips, thrusting wildly in the air. I scamper to one of the corners of the room and look on in horror as Carl becomes nothing but a whimpering mess. In his desperation, I hear him calling out to Reyna again and again.Something’s wrong. He’s still going, pumping his ass with his fingers and thrusting his hips. “Carl?” I ask, worried. He responds with Reyna’s name again. I climb onto the bed and touch his leg gently. He doesn’t register my touch and keeps thrusting. “Carl?” I ask again. He’s somewhere else. His eyes are open, but they’re rolled to the back of his head. I bring my hand further up the leg and try to stop his thrusting.Carl bolts upright and looks at me. But his eyes don’t see me, they see through me. Carl smiles like someone possessed and peels off his cum-covered shirt. There, I can see perfectly, are two recently pierced nipples. They’re still puffy and sore from the procedure.I jump away from Carl like he’s a hot stove. Carl keeps his insane grin locked onto me and starts to flick his pierced and wounded nipples. He moans again, getting louder and calling out Reyna’s name. I get off the bed. Away from the bed. I run out of the room.She’s here. She’s in there. She has him, and she’s there in my bedroom in my boyfriend and she’s coming for me and she’s coming for me and I’m not safe here. I’m not safe anywhere. I need to go. I need to leave. Need to run.I open the door of the apartment and pause. Clothes. I need clothes. I can’t come back. I’ll never come back. I sprint into the apartment and go to my office. I grab my laptop and a bag. I head into the bedroom and make sure not to look at Carl. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s playing with a limp dick. He’s found one of my vibrators and is fucking himself up the ass. I keep my head down and go to the dresser. I grab as many clothes as I think I can fit in the bag and head out. I get some clothes on and head out the door.

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