She turned to me whilestill working her arm, ” This is a bit like a horse race.” She then placed the cigar backin her mouth, raised the crop over ...er head and brought it down across 25s backwith a loud, sharp crack that echoed in the room. At the same time her arm was aninch short of the elbow. She would extract it and her black latex covered arm wasglistening.The crop had an unintended effect, though. The third time it struck, 25 startedanother drag. It was 4 minutes in now and she was behind.. Each microsecond was taking ages. She wanted to feel the touch , and she wanted it right there and then. Tom was adamant that Laura had to be patient. He approached her slowly, taking in the exquisite aroma, the silky smoothness of her slightly open and wet pussy lips. He felt the hand come down on the back of his head gently as Laura urged him towards her pussy. Tom kissed her pussy. Then her thigh, then her other thigh. Then he looked into her eyes. Laura watched him kiss her, ‘he’s teasing. Freelance writing seemed a possibility, but I was worried since I’m most comfortable writing porn.From my grades in school, I knew I was a good story teller and technical writer, but writing porn is different than writing a biography about some unsung hero.I wrote a few streams of consciousness, pornographic one-page stories, and had Mom read them over, giving me some good and fair criticism. I had been reading them for some time, and was beginning to understand what the most popular subjects. The most feminine thing about her was her pouty red lips. He couldn’t quite put his finger to it, but she looked …old. Like she had seen all that the jaded world had to offer but had come out unscathed. ‘My, my, aren’t you that handsome bloke,’ she said with a winsome smile and a gleam in her eye. Garret ignored her, starting up the car. ‘Put on your seatbelt. I’m going to take you anywhere you want and you’re going to leave me alone.’ He could just feel her mouth opening in protest but he.