When my husband feigns sleep, I dream of Mr. Guinness fucking me until I bleed. I lose interest in Mr. Guinness, because he asks me to dress c...mpletely inappropriately for work and assumes that I am a secretary. Then I receive a lovely email from a man I like to call Sir. I like that he’s so dirty, that he likes my fantasy, and offers comfort – something I didn’t know I wanted. Hello,What a seriously hot fantasy. Would you consider the following changes?You arrive at my home to find a. " I can't see nothin' more'n that," Richie drawled, handing the letter back to Cassie."Well, it was worth a try, anyway," Cassie said. She carefully folded the letter and tucked it into an inside pocket of her coat. She shivered hard as the wind struck her. "I guess you really have to be at the place where the memory is."Richie nodded absently, looking intensely thoughtful."I think they're here," Diane said, pointing.A yellow cab pulled up to the curb. Jason, Heather, and Melinda got out."Well,. His fingers kneaded and whirled on me while my flesh and need swelled.“I’m sorry I got to have some fun while you were suffering through all this alone,” then he lathered up the shaving cream over me.“I was okay until I lost you on the map and the apartment started shaking, I started getting scared,” I said as I watched him turn and set his laptop for my view.“I was recording the storm when the waves started crashing over the seawall on the beach.” Then he took the blade into his hand and. I went to take off my shirt, but she sat up and stopped me by putting her hand on top of mine.‘There’s a time and a place,’ she whispered with a smirk.I looked her up and down; her dressing gown hanging open, exposing her pale pink skin, her small, round breasts, her chest moving up and down slowly, her black underwear, her thighs… ‘Hark who’s talking.’ I winked. Yep. Smooth like gravel.She stood up in front of me and kissed my lips, and trailed her hand down my chest to my own hand and took it.