She had worked so hard for the cabin, and she loved the cozy, woody home. It was the coming home to the empty house, the same old job day in and day ...ut, the never-changing routine that was starting to break her. The same old self-incriminations that if she would just get her act together, initiate the change, do something different. Then realizing, again, that the problem was that she didn’t know what she wanted, and didn’t know what she wanted to change. Charisma was waiting at the. "Yes!" I cry out before squealing from a slap, "Yes I promise to obey!" His slaps lessen, and swiftly become caresses, his fingers rubbing against the raw marks from his slaps. "Good Alice...get on the other end of the couch," he commands and instantly I listen, my ass flaring with so much pain that I do not think I want another slap, even if they do bring me pleasure. I watch as Whitey strips, his cock jutting forth as he pulls his jeans off. I lick my lips at the thought of having that cock. Felicity who can’t wait to get me hard. Felicity, who thrusts her big tits at me, challenging me to grab them at once, rip open her blouse and suck on her huge nipples while she squeezes my throbbing cock through my trousers.Felicity, in her office chair. Felicity with her skirt up round her waist, her knickers pulled to one side. Felicity with her feet up on the desk, me underneath. Felicity opening herself wide, opening herself for my tongue, knowing that her husband will be there. But everything else I write…I’ll be making it up. Speculating. I don’t want to get it wrong and offend you.” “You won’t offend me. It’s fiction, right? It doesn’t have to be correct or accurate.” “And I don’t know your…how do I say it…preferences? Your comfort zone. If I’m writing for you, and I put in a really vivid scene of…ok, let’s just go there…if I put in a scene about anal sex, you might think ‘never in a million years, buddy’ and feel I’ve crossed some line. I don’t even know if you.