“So what do you do for a living”? She said, ordering another drink. “I’m a journalist” I said, “What about you?” “I’m an artis...” she replied, suddenly taking the time to look at my cleavage. I could feel my pussy aching for her touch by now, and I was pretty sure that she felt the same way about me. She continued to stare at me then said, “So, do you want to come back to my place?” “I do” I said, finishing my drink off. “Good” she said, “When do you want to leave?” “Now”. If they hesitate, blush or falter, then I have my next potential target. For wherever there's a frigid wife and a dry, arid love life, there’s a frustrated husband just waiting for someone like me to enter their lives...----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The village pub is busier than normal for a Tuesday night, but then again it’s a folk night, so all the local musicians and lovers of music are there, including the one I’d hoped would be. I was in my early 20’s and saw a local paper as I was leaving a bar, you know the ones, listings for local bands and venues, things to do around town, lame stories no one reads and then, there on the back page, I saw the ads. They were for massage services (hookers lol), escorts and 976 numbers. You all remember the 976 numbers, right?I was looking through them and saw one that stood out, it said alternative lifestyles. I was intrigued, and drunk, haha. So, when I got home, I slipped into my. Mom: What happened, Rohit? Why did you call me?She was asking in a hurry and acting as nothing happenedMe: Nothing, maa, I’m hungry. I just called you to ask the lunch is ready is not.Mom: Lunch will be ready in 5 minutes Rohit, I’ll call you.Me: No problem mom, I’ll watch TV till then. Where’s Raghav?Mom: He’s in the hall watching TV. Join him then.I went and joined Raghav, who was on the couch already watching TV. I smiled at him, and he gave me a fake smile. I know he is mad on me for.