I lower my mouth to your core, finally getting what I have wanted for the past few months. I run my tongue from your clit to your entrance, dipping in...ever so slightly. Your hips buck into me I push you back down to the bed with my right arm hooked around your thigh applying pressure to your hip. I run my tongue back up to your clit taking it fully into my mouth sucking and flicking my tongue bar over your hardened nub, you buck your hips again so I bite lightly as a warning as I move my arm. But what surprised and delighted me most was that my badly-neglected, secret writing became a joy once again.Always an early riser, I had been used to enjoying an hour or two alone every morning while my husband slept the sleep of the just. I had used that time to maximum advantage, writing and publishing my erotic stories or responding to the steady stream of reader’s messages that always followed the publication of a new story or a new episode.My rapidly-shrinking bladder was now making its. Some kind ofelectrical short had caused the television to make an arcstraight to me. And the resulting electrical storm in myhead had driven me right into la la land. It was the onlything possible. I was probably lying on the bed right now,drooling into the sheets. Lobotomy by television.Reassured that I was merely insane, I eased myself off thebed -- which now seemed a lot higher than it had when I satdown. I took one step, then had to stop to kick away thetangle of blue jeans and underwear. ‘Hell, no! I want it straight and neat. No chaser. Salt and lime, though,’ I told him, knowing exactly what I wanted. ‘So be it, Sonny. Sorry…Ike, you said, right? I’m BJ. Short for Billy Joel, but then my parents were big fans of his,’ the guy said through his decaying teeth. ‘Ah, I see,’ I smiled as I tossed back the tequila with salt and lime. It was like a jolt of electricity or a bolt of lightning coursing through my body rather suddenly. It was too soon for the buzz to kick in yet, but.