He would snare every now and then as if to say “who this dog in my house”. I had Trigger tied to a chair by his lead. I now understood why Monica ...ad insisted on it. Otherwise it was possible the dogs would have attacked each other. As long as Trigger was tied up Tyson just pranced around his “kingdom”. After dinner we sat in the lounge with wine and Tyson came sniffing Monica. I realised, when she pulled her shirt up, that she wasn’t wearing knickers. “Tyson lick” she said and he duly moved in. Although the temperature in the room was moderate his skin was covered with goose bumps and he shivered in anticipation of what he hoped was to come.She was sitting cross-legged on the bed facing him, clad only in a loose fitting robe. Her oiled hands were tracing patterns of ecstasy across his shoulders and back. He could feel the tension dissolving as her hands slowly massaged away the day's problems. She continued to work her way down his spine until the first stirrings of arousal became. I said go ahead. While looking at me, she bent over and moved her tongue on the eye of my head. She sucked it hard and licked from stem to top. She licked the area between my balls and my asshole along the thing line and then licked my asshole. All the while she was rubbing my balls. Then she took my penis in her mouth and circled the head with her tongue. She then sucked it hard and deep. She licked it all over again and again. That was the nicest and hottest fellatio I had ever gotten. I was. . .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored down there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we.