He never flinched and I took that as a good sign. After a few weeks of this cat playing with his food, I decided to go for the kill. I invited him ove... for dinner, and set the mood. I cooked a hearty meal, I got an action movie, everything was manly. The only thing gay was the roses I bought for the dining table. I got red wine for the chilli I made. He knocked on the door and I peeked through my peephole. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt like I was. I had to force my cock down to hide my. Hartley.” “Ava. Please call me Ava.” “Ok Ava. What position would you like for me to start in?” It’s at times like these that I’m glad people can’t read your mind. “Let’s start out in the position you are now. Let me fix your hair” I walked over to her and touched her silky red locks. Her hair was so soft. I could smell her shampoo and it was intoxicating. I pulled a couple of red locks to the front and positioned them slightly on her breast. The backs of my fingers grazed the top of her. " He quickly runs downstairs before I have a chance to say anything. Before putting my clothes back on I take a look in his mirror to see if my make-up got fucked up. Surprisingly it stayed together nicely, my lip stick got a bit smeared but I still look good. While I'm putting on my clothes I start thinking about why he was so quick to run downstairs. I try not to give it much thought but I feel like he is up to something.When I get to the door, I go to pick up my hoodie and sweatpants, only. “Fred, I’m kidding, don’t change your plans because of my addiction. You told me to bring anything that I insisted on having, I just never thought about food, just cosmetics.” “It really doesn’t matter, it’s not that much further and I want you to be as happy as possible.” “Ah, that gets us back to my condition. I think I just need a good, fast fuck, and I see you managed to stay prepared.” “Semper Fi,” I said. “Really?” she asked. “No, but I like speaking Latin.” “You are such a bullshit.