After several calls (he liked my voice) we arranged to meet. He would pick me up the next Saturday.Waiting for him to arrive I felt a mixture of emoti...ns. Excitement and some nervousness of course, but as I stood at the side of the road watching the cars pass, I felt an undercurrent of femininity stir inside me. I wasn’t ‘dressed’ but it was as if those passing by and looking at me huddled against the wall under my umbrella knew I was a ‘girl’ waiting for a man. I think I actually blushed a few. He could see no signs of danger as he slid awkwardly down from his perch. Starting back the way he had come, he paused as a splotch of crimson caught his eye. A striped antelope lay crumpled against the base of a nearby tree, its neck twisted back under its torn and trampled body.His empty stomach growled at the thought of fresh meat, helping him to make up his mind in a hurry. There was no way he was going to make it back to his portal before dark, and all of his supplies were still in his. Yet, how would she ever share this newfound knowledge with her sulking resentful husband?The worst part of it, the thing she could not quite admit, not even to herself, was that she was not sure she would be satisfied with any one man again. She had experienced as much, and more sheer sexual fulfillment in the arms of complete strangers than she had ever felt with the husband she did truly love."I'm Will Corbin. Welcome to the club," a friendly masculine voice suddenly invaded her. I pulled back with a whine and begged him “Please, Sir, please keep touching me!” I’d have yelled it off of a rooftop if that would make him touch me again.He didn’t put his fingers inside me again or his tongue on my clit, but he rose his hand to my throat and pushed me back onto the couch. I’m breathing as fast as my heart is beating, silently willing him to ravage me as I hoped he wanted to. “Are you going to be a good girl?” He asks me, his lips just grazing my jawline. “What makes a girl.