. and then...My roommate went home for the Labor Day weekend, so I had my room to myself. He asked me what I was wearing, just panties and a t-shirt,...at the time. I asked him, and just a pair of boxers.... and he ended up sending me a dick pic.... which is... well, it was hot, because I remember when I had it in my mouth. He didn't get anything but me in a bikini, but he said again I was the hottest girl he'd ever seen.And I ended up playing with myself, and cumming on my fingers, thinking. Still crave his command, despite no prospect of happily ever after.Stupid? Maybe. But I can't escape his gravity. He's the antithesis to my stressful and structured profession. An outlet. Everything with him is about now. About the moment. About every crushing, devastating orgasm he rips from my battered body as I surrender. The validation and celebration of just being. I want the marks. Need to feel like I've been thoroughly fucked for days after. I want my hair yanked, my cunt spanked, bites. 00, which he also paid, figuring it was some incidental expense.But when the $200.00 bills kept arriving every month, he finally called his brother again to find out what was going on.“Well,” said the Blonde brother, “you said to do something nice for Uncle Charlie. So I rented him a tuxedo.”“If absence makes the heart grow fonder,” said a minister, “a lot of folks must really love our church.”Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully she explained, “It’s. Le matin, au petit d?jeuner, Agathe se blottissait contre la musculaturede Christian, mais celui-ci n'avait d'yeux que pour Nicole.Un instant, j'eu la sensation que c'est moi que Christian regardait avectant d'insistance, mais je me raisonnais en me disant qu'il n'y avaitaucune raison, et qu'il admirait Nicole, qui restait pr?s de moi.Quelques jours plus tard, apr?s un rendez-vous de contr?le chez monophtalmologue, j'essayais pour la premi?re fois des lentilles decontact. Ravi d'?tre d?barrass?.