Each relationship bored me in few days, few weeks or sometimes in few months. I’m not here to elaborate those relationships but to elaborate a speci...l one. I was having a relationship with a high class fashion designer and as he was too famous in the city we used to go to the next town for a night, fulfilled our desire in some hotel and then returned back next morning. So once we were in bed of some high class hotel, resting after eating each other and I was reading some sex stories. He asked. I wound up jerking off a lot that night, trying to get rid of the eternal erections.Even when she was awake, it was clear she was ... damaged, I guess. Her eyes were glassy, pupils dilated, she giggled a lot, and lost her train of thought in almost every sentence. Sometimes her face would twitch. I winced.Tunis - Saturday MorningThe complimentary breakfast the tour company secured was scheduled at 9, so I made sure we both were out of bed and dressed (Marissa was in no state to get herself. Someone who worked for my husband, I suppose, but who it is exactly I can’t say. But I know what he wants. He wants to kill me!’ We drove along the coast, up the windy roads toward Helmsley Mansion. It was an enormous, gothic looking monster overlooking the valley. The rain hadn’t ceased and had it not been for the lights shining from inside the windows of the house, we wouldn’t have found it. ‘Please, Mr. Barkley, come inside with me,’ she asked as we pulled up into the driveway. It was half. I was dozing when I felt Andy getting in the tub in front of me. Neither of us ever worried about getting our hair cut. Anytime it got in the way, we cut it off with a knife or sword. Not yet needing to worry about shaving, yet, meant no beards. After bathing with my siblings for years, I had Andy scoot forward to get their hair wet and then started automatically washing the many times it took to get it clean. We turned around so Andy could do the same for my hair as I scrubbed myself free of.