I wanted him to lust after me, to think of me when he masturbated and to be completely fixated by me. Like an addict with a drug. Like I was addicted ...o him.We were both married, but not to each other. It may sound cruel at first I only wanted to experience his cum dripping down my thighs, though a part of me did fancy him and I just couldn’t resist his charm. He was cheeky, hot and such a big temptation for me.In the office, he flirted with anyone but I believed him when he said he had always. I don't live in London, so I find it hard to get to decent bookstores.(Anne) Sorry if this has been asked, but about how many responses do you get for your stories?(Chilli) Good question, Anne.(Paul1954) Not many, hence my lack of confidence sometimes. It tends to be the same people who feedback especially Eric. (Serial feedback giver! God bless him!!!)(Anne) Don't you get confidence from, the number of times your stories are read?(Lorna) (Wow! Where else can one be in the presence of such. They wanted to settle down and make a family, not something that lends itself to the traveling life. They had persuaded Keelor to stay until after the ceremony.Out in the world, Keelor had made a name for himself as a warrior. He had trained with many of the great masters, and had even learned to harness his energy, allowing him to perform seemingly superhuman feats. He was battle hardened and knew that few people could best him in combat. For all his strength, he was still kind hearted and. Is Jack getting me to show my body to all these people to build my confidence in myself or what?”I couldn’t answer that last thought, deciding to talk to Jack about it later, when we were on our own, but the alcohol had lowered my inhibitions and I started unfastening the button, completely forgetting that we were in a crowded pub. Because of the shortness of the dress there weren’t many buttons anyway, and before I knew it there was just one button and the spaghetti straps holding the dress in.