I’m sure I hear him moan at my taste and all I can think of is, please fuck me, Master. Feeling your teeth dig into me again, I can’t help but fee... that pleasure-pain feeling. That wonderful glow through me. Pulling me off the bed roughly, you make me kneel in front of you. I always enjoy stripping you of your clothes (which you only have boxers and a T-shirt on) but you don’t let me. You do it slowly in front of me, your T-shirt first thrown across the room. Then achingly slowly, your boxers,. Next Sunday would be at Santa Monica’s, reasonably close by. I grabbed my phone and pushed Luna’s contact number. Fortunately, she had it off, because it was about 6am in South America and she wasn’t exactly tolerant with my mistakes.I walked home, locked into my room and played female sumo on the old VHS. This was better for slow-motion replays but nasty, shaky rubbish for stills.Three soaked hankies latter I looked at the alarm clock, dressed up and had a fifty-minute long-distance call from. When I'd arrived, I'd found the door open and when I knocked, she'd called out for me to go on into the lounge. As I passed the bedroom, she called out again. "Happy birthday Mike, I won't be long. Make yourself comfortable." Hazel and I had been friends ever since I'd moved into the flat above hers six months earlier and although we were pretty close, nothing sexual had ever happened between us, not that I hadn't thought about it. In fact Hazel was the subject of many of my fantasies and in. When did that happen? I wondered, almost aloud. The woman next door pulled toilet paper off the roll and I could hear her rubbing it against herself, must be on the pussy. Oh, god. And then I must have let out a squeak as my finger found my swollen clit. The paper-on-pussy sounds stopped abruptly, but I thought to myself, fuck it. Let’s get on with my own work.I began to get into the act of masturbation and to hell with the noise. I could hear myself and now I could smell myself: the aroma of.