My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone.
I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.
Marriage with a Twist
My husband’s girlfriend stands before me, taking me in. Her eyes sweep down, then up, asking silent questions, even while her words say polite courtesies in a cheerful tone.
I assess her and can’t help but notice the similarities. There aren’t any.
rapture swells and retreats, like waves on the open sea. Stars blink outside the open window and contented, I close my eyes as I’m overtaken by sleep.
She gasps before her fingers reach, then linger over the phallic substitute once more. A slight tremor belays her excitement.
“It’s glorious Giambologna! Magnifico!”
mouth latches onto the nub at the apex of my thighs and I cry out, eclipsing the rumblings of thunder. He devours me lick by lick,