You heard yourself that she likes it rough and she likes to be treated like a slut. You also heard that it's been a long time since she has felt that ...ay. So make her your fuckslut, Dave… fuck her and make her yours, baby! Own this little fucktoy!" Kelly said.I looked at Kelly sitting there with her legs spread just waiting for me to get started. I grinned and gave her a big kiss, grabbing her by the hair behind her head telling her in my own way that she is still my girl. She moaned softly. " Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories were hard asses. "In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion." So I would write stories with forgiving husbands and boyfriends and then the next batch of feedback would say, "Why are all your husbands spineless wimps" and I'd write stories that went back the other way.Eventually I came to realize that I was wasting my time - there was no. Traffic on NY 231 was too sparse to annoy him, and the Compton farm across the way was as idle as his own. That morning, he’d been sitting on his porch for about an hour, musing indifferently over a mediocre fantasy novel, when the girl ambled into view. Foot traffic on NY 231 was unusual in the extreme. It was a truck route, a bypass for the city of Onteora. It had no sidewalks, and was flanked by no consumer-oriented stores or places of employment. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the. “I had to come up for air,” Adin said, chuckling a little. “Well don’t get used to it, ‘cause I’m just getting started with you.” I replied with a sexy half smile. I pushed him back until he fell on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my skimpy black dress slowly over my head, letting him get the full view. When my dress fell to the ground, he was just staring at me like a thirteen-year-old boy who’d never seen a woman naked before. “Tay…babe…” he stammered. I didn’t let him finish,.