I needed a release and I needed it now. Watching the slim figure of this beautiful dream girl jilling off on my couch was too much, I was close in a m...tter of seconds. Then there was a knock on my door. Um, Mr. Tony. She called out from the other side. I had insisted on dropping the formality and calling me by my first name, so she compromised and called me Mr.Tony. The sudden knock accompanied by her voice and the fact that I was jerking off to a video of her playing with herself that I had. I kept in shape, so my stomach was pretty flat and it was fun to wear sexy outfits in public. I loved the way men would look at me when we were out and about. I couldn't keep track of how often I'd get asked out when Greg wasn't around. I wouldn't want to hurt him, but I decided it was time to talk about one aspect of our relationship that I didn't feel was being fulfilled. It turned out that both of us were more on the submissive side. Naturally, I enjoyed being dominated, and yes, sometimes. Stranger: HiYou: hiYou: asl?Stranger: F 20You: hi m 26Stranger: OkYou: what you up to?Stranger: NothingYou: what do you want to talk about?Stranger: Whatever you want to talk aboutYou: well i'm game for anythingStranger: How long is it?You: 8 inches, how big are they?Stranger: My boobs?You: yesStranger: DYou: hmm niceStranger: u hard?You: getting thereStranger: OkYou: you getting wet?Stranger: YeahYou: you playing with your clit?Stranger: YeahYou: i'd like to do thatYou: i'd lick it aswell. Her stance showsThe side of her leftBreast, the blunt arcOf her belly,And the full moonOf her femininity;She is slender and firm,With a Mona Lisa smileOn her Sphinx-like face,Too beautifulFor anything but stone.On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are.