.. all on text messages in that code people use. I just deleted them until they finally ceased.I dropped out of the writing club to avoid seeing her. ... had the feeling I was cutting off my nose to spite my face. But I didn't want to get into a pissing contest with her and the best way to avoid that was to avoid her. It was time to move on.Maybe I have a thing for voluptuous shorter women. I'm not sure, but my next female of interest was Renata Whyte, a pulchritudinous young woman in my second. She teased me a little running my tip across her open, glossy lips. ‘Do you want me to swallow, sir?’ I nodded. ‘Okay,’ she almost whispered, before closing her lips around my tip, her tongue swirling around a little. I groaned as her lips worked wetly, warmly down, over my head. I watched as her blonde hair swung slightly, the first signs of bobbing along with the sensation of her lips slipping across my crown over and over. An uncontrolled grunting noise left my throat from her tightening. Itwas shorter than I had thought, revealing a lot of my legs, so (Irealised) it wouldn't have been sufficient to protect my skirt if I hadbeen wearing it. But it was certainly warm enough to wear around theapartment and afforded plenty of freedom of movement as I stretched orbent down to reach awkward corners. I had just reached out the vacuumcleaner when the doorbell rang.I wondered who could be at my door. There is an entry-phone system toget into the apartment block, but this hadn't rung; it. She would squirt cum on my chin and then tell me she hadn't orgasmed yet and tell me to keep licking. She would tell me my cock is small even though I happen to know it's above average. She would tell me that I don't deserve how nice she is to me, which is really the opposite of the nature of our give and take (I give, she takes.) The only thing she gives me is the only thing I crave: Lies. The crueler they are, the more they make my dick ache.When our relationship was in full bloom we went to.