Like the note in the bottle, released on one shore and found thousands of miles away on another. We found each other. I won’t lie; I have enjoyed ot...er women along the way. Sometimes more than one at a time. But from the moment I met you, something inside me made me realize that you are the one I’ve been searching for and the only woman I will ever need,” Michael replied as he gazed into my eyes.He took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I was game. ComOr leave feedback if the site you're reading this on allows it. I always read it, even if I don't answer much, and I'm always interested to hear comments, even if it's just "nice story," or, for that matter "you suck." Don't be shy; say what you think. I really do want to hear it.If you want to know where the rest of my stories are archived, nearly all of them are at www.fictionmania.tvI should warn you, ladycyrrh (who was a reviewer way back on assm; this preface has become rather dated). She was standing over me, rubbing her pussy, urging the red-head to get on with putting the condom over my cock:- Come on, quickly...quickly!After a couple of seconds, when the condom was on, she almost pulled the red-head aside from over me, and simply jumped on my cock and started to ride me wild. I remember looking at her bounce in all directions, and thinking it was amazing how this girl which 5 minutes earlier seemed the most cold and in control bitch, totally humiliating and owning me,. Probably the jet lag!"Patience was not Paul's strong point. "Ben, It's only a two hour flight for Heaven's sake! No-one gets jet lag coming home from Majorca!" Fortunately, that was my only lapse, and the meeting turned out to be quite successful.That evening when I came home I was, if anything, even more sorry for myself than I had been the night before. I put on an opera that seemed particularly apt, Act 3 of La Boheme. In music that is both beautiful, yet ineffably sad, Rodolfo and Mimi are.
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