Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now�...�I’m a workaholic. Most people think that’s a bad thing, but how can loving your job be bad? I love to write and I’m not about to apologize for it, even if it means putting other parts of my life on hold. Given my hectic schedule over the last couple of months, my social life is on its deathbed. And let’s not even talk about the state of my love. "Is the shower this way?" she asked.I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. Completely naked, I followed Cathy--my eyes locked on her soft, round ass cheeks with just a sliver of her thong running between them. She stopped at the door long enough to drop her bra next to my panties on the floor. She kicked off her heels. I came up behind her, grabbed her panties, and pulled them down. I ran my hand over her hot, wet gash. I curled the tip of my finger inside her.Cathy moaned and then. Will has a piss. Sometimes he lets me hold his cock when he pisses. You go pee-pee or wee-wee. Say it properly.”“No, Nadya. I haven’t touched my dicky except when I went pee-pee.”“Have you thought about me and my new cock? Have you imagined me sucking it, kissing it, taking it up my ass and in my cunt? Have you pictured us kissing and whispering love names to each other?”“Yes, Nadya.”“And has your little clit dick been hard imagining all of this? So hard that you wanted so desperately to wank. Charlie and Nathan spent an hour on the couch catching up and exchanging stories, until finally Nathan had wandered into her bedroom while Charlie was in the kitchen preparing food. There was a long silence from Nathan, until finally Charlie heard his voice arise from down the hallway. “Hey Charlie? Can you come here a second? I need to ask you about something.” Charlie sauntered off down the hallway, oblivious to the tone of his voice, until she stopped dead in her doorway upon seeing Nathan.