I go to the bathroom, though, just to check on my makeup. I look at myself in the mirror, and see an attractive face returning my gaze. Even though my...makeup is minimal. I’ve still got plenty of girlish appeal: the shiny lips of Emma the teenager remain. The dark eyes are still full of life, perhaps a little more soulful and alluring now than a year or two ago. My radiant hair, somewhere between jet black and auburn, curves gently in to my shoulders. But it’s growing: that crappy business. Like last weekend. After a bitch of a week, I went home, took off my conservative corporate clothes, and put on my hunting outfit. I'm a brunette, but when I'm after sex I wear a silvery blond wig, lots of heavy eye shadow, rouge, and the sexiest clothes I can find. Usually, like last weekend, I put on a see-through blouse, with no bra, a black leather jacket, black leather micro-mini skirt, black garter belt, black stockings, and red bikini panties. When I'm looking for a hot fuck I never. The 3 men and Larry took turns fucking Helen, they did nothing else to her, just straight forward fucking. Each man fucked her twice and I was made to lick he well used pussy clean, several times. When they had finished, Larry said to me. 'Well I think it's only fair if we let you have a fuck of this sex mad fuck slut.' I had to agree that she was indeed a fuck slut, 4 men had fucked her and she didn't even know that there had been a change. She was unaware that other men were here and that. We met in a chat room of all places, or a sex chat room to be more precise. We started flirting, speaking of fetishes and desires, and quickly formed a friendship. Through our conversations online and other places this friendship grew into something neither of us had ever experienced. A feeling so deep, as though we had been lovers in many other lifetimes, slaves to one another’s soul for eons. And today is the first time we physically touched one another in this lifetime. My heart is still.
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