Their hands met as the cup was passed. That electricity struck again. They each stopped for a brief second, wondering if the other would do anything o... remark about what she felt.“Oh, I’m sorry; did you want cream or sugar?” Julia asked.Leslie thanked Julia and took a brief sip. “No thanks, Julia, this is fine, I’m not a big coffee gourmet.” Leslie admitted.The younger woman slowly walked over to the sliding glass door. Gazing out, she drank slowly again. “This isn’t bad coffee, are you sure it. To have my hands all her body, to descend into pure madness of lust, as a night I dreamt of happening, was so close. We carried her husband onto an elevator, leaning his wall, with his hand on the rail. I stood near him. We kept eyeballing at the screen to scare the lift to ascend us faster.8 stories up was a lot to go.As we waited, she deliberately backed up onto my crotch and gyrating her soft ass on my already hard throbbing dick. I felt the need to grab her waist and thrust in her but. I never considered it actually happened. I thought it was something I had to try, though it was something too scandalous to talk about.Then I met Marry. She was tall and gorgeous, with dark hair and green eyes. She was so much cool, so full of life, and every guy wanted her. She was who I wanted to be. She was my example of a normal girl should be like. She studied in our college, so soon I learnt we were both assigned as roommates, and we became friends right from the start. We wore each. I am afraid, however, that dating will be out of the question, at least for the foreseeable future. Now, I have some questions for you."He asked me about my sexual history and I told him everything. I even admitted to him how much I had enjoyed being raped by Tom.I was starting to get frustrated. I had fully expected that as soon as I surrendered to him this morning I would be ravished like some poor heroine in a Harlequin novel. Well, I have never actually read a Harlequin novel. I am just.