Things with my girlfriend had gone a bit off the boil recently and we hadn’t had sex for 3 weeks because I’d lost my libido and couldn’t get an ...rection through stress at work etc. However, I still thought it would be a bad thing to betray my girlfriend, despite our problems. At the end of a long night drinking, me and Alison ended up walking towards my hotel where I was staying and she was catching a bus home. I stupidly asked if she wanted a coffee in the hotel bar and when we got there it. And now I'mgoing to make sure that everyone knows that you've been ****d byme." I was unsure about what she meant, until I saw her pick up atattooing needle. She jabbed it towards my face, and I flinchedinvoluntarily. "I'm going to sign my name on you for everyone tosee. That way, they're going to know that you've been fucked." She picked up a marker and I felt her write on the skin rightin the middle of my forehead, just above my eyebrows. Then, sheused the marker on my groin and I felt. You're the only female he lusts after. But..." It's the friendship thing," Salomé finishes. "He's worried sex will ruin it." The way he feels, his lust filled gaze, he imagines it will become strictly physical, when before, it had been such a high level mentally, your connection with him. Almost an opposite connection." What does he think, that we'll fuck all night long? Doesn't he imagine what might happen in the time between having his long thick spear filling my holes with his delicious. When I stepped out of the shower I faced myself in a full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door. I stopped and studied myself again. It wasn’t that I was unattractive, but I certainly was nothing special. My hair … not quite blonde, not quite brown, hung in damp waves to my shoulders. I was neither slender or voluptuous, but somewhere in between. An ironic thought crossed my mind … at least not having children had let my breasts remain firm even if I had not been overly.