The date ended with her inviting me to her apartment where she revealed she possessed more than a genetic woman.I woke up in the gooey results of my w...t dream, somewhat amazed at how much there was, and just thinking about it would give me an erection. It became the subject of my fantasies when I would let ‘Rosie’ release my frustration. I kept envisioning those sweet cheeks in that tight skirt but in my fantasy, I’d take her in a stall and have my way with her.I considered going to a bar not. Even though he had been staying opposite to my flat for quite some time we never used to speak much other than just a hi or bye. So this was the first time we spoke for so long. Hi pls do mail me your comments at As I entered his house for the first time, I never knew that he was opening the doors to my heaven. There I met his wife (nitya) he introduced me to her. First time when I saw aunty(nitya) she was wearing a black churidhar without a shawl and the color of her dress was making her. "Well, Hon, I, uh, don't know. I guess I'll leave that up to you," he finished, proud of himself for skirting the subject.Evie stood back up and offered her husband her hand. When he stood, she winked at him, "I'll think about it. I might surprise you."As she struggled to peel her wet blouse off, laughing at her husband's discomfiture, she changed the subject, "Well, now we change back into our casuals, and wash the work clothes again. We're going to have to bring some stuff up here. This is. His fingers are long, warm as he clasps my hand. “I’m Lucian Martinus.”“Good morning, L. Martinus,” I say returning the greeting in a more socially acceptable form. We are all equal under the government’s benevolent eye. Titles and first names are impolite gender conventions.His voice is vaguely familiar, but my head is muzzy; too filled with dreams of last night to think properly. I can’t place where I’ve heard it.He brings my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss on my palm. I try to hide a.