So many lonely, heart breaking drives home alone in the wee hours of the morning. Tasting you on my lips and knowing you are not mine. Cannot ever com...letely be mine.I fight the feelings of loneliness in my own head. I bottle them and wait for them to set me on fire from the inside. Sometimes I unleash them onto you. usually as I sit, sleepless and desperate in a parking lot. I pour my feelings out to you. knowing you have no answers. Just needing to tell someone other than my journal. And. I got a good job right away and did what I was told to do. Yet, my employer did not control me. We both knew I could quit and get another job easily. My employer could not control me. It’s sad really when so many people need their jobs so much they cannot quit. That they can’t quit puts downward pressure on their wages.“Let me tell you what I do. My gardener is George. He charges $300 a month for my size place. The grass is cut each week and bushes are trimmed as needed. He plants flowers and. You stretch me way more than my husband ever does and fuck me way harder.It's nice to have slow passionate sex sometimes but he doesn't understand that sometimes i just need a good hard fucking".As i gripped the table edge she place her legs on my shoulders.For a woman in her fifties she was amazingly flexible and agile.This enabled me to grab the heels of her shoes as i continued to fuck her hard.As i pounded her pussy hard she urged me on,"That's it mate.Fuck me hard.Fuck my mature pussy. It was almost full of Scotch Whisky, which is not my favourite drink. However, feeling slightly intimidated by the whole situation, I took a very large gulp and felt the 25 year old malt burn my stomach, then experienced a burst of the peaty flavour in my mouth. The warmth it filled me with eased my nerves and I sat a little further into the sofa's welcoming cushioning. Peter sat down on the sofa next to me. His bulk pressing slightly against my arm as I turned to face him.I took another sip.