I have lit candles to give a nice aroma to the room. And then I stroll into the living room. I climb onto your lap, which is something I almost never ...o. I lay my hand in your crotch and begin to rub your cock a little. And then I begin to rub my body on top of yours like I was performing a lap dance. After a short while I lead you to the bedroom and just as you step into the room I remove your boxer shorts. As you lay down on the bed I start kissing on your body. I start with your ears and. No sound coming from my husband, who should be getting ready for work... That's when the actions of the night before came rushing back to me. I sank down on the stairs in shock, but jumped up quickly because just sitting hurt so bad. Leaning against the wall I sobbed at the outcome my actions caused. My mind wandered back to last night. It had started so nice. Me slipping out of the house with false pretenses. Telling my husband that I was going to dinner with a few friends. I had no clue he. If you decide to give up on writing, or your issues overwhelm your creativity, call me. I’ll take away both. It’s your choice.”“Whoa! Harsh advice,” Melissa said, surprising Phil, who hadn’t been aware she was eavesdropping. “My clients often tell me they won’t surrender their suffering at the expense of their art.”He started to turn away when Marla reached out, grasping his arm.“Wait. While writing is vital to my life, I’ve been unable to write for some time. If my creativity is tied to my. I was now fully hard, what with my chemistry teacher blushing and biting her lip in front of me."So, what do we do now then?" I asked, unsure of where the situation would go."Well," she said, smirking, "I know what I want to do, and from the looks of it you agree with me" She motioned downward, and I looked down to see the massive bulge in my pants. I blushed again, but she merely stood, and took my hand. "Follow me" she said, and I was slowly led into her office. The door shut behind us. and.