M writing a fiction story for the first time so pls give me ur suggestions: So here we go….Shilpa couldn’t help it! She wanted to stop but somethi...g inside her wouldn’t let her! Shilpa was from all appearances a normal eighteen year old junior in high school. Average looks, average grades, nice friends, good parents, nothing to worry about. Well not exactly, you see Shilpa was addicted to oral sex! She would suck anyone, anywhere, at anytime. She couldn’t be exactly sure of why, but all she. Earlier, my wife had drunk a whole bottle of wine and she was on her last glass when I was finishing a warm luxurious bath. I was cleansing myself well in the Jacuzzi tub we have in our bedroom. I was instructed to shave and clean, while drinking my favorite cream sherry. The plan had been given to me last weekend. The anticipation of the entire week, going until Saturday night was rough. “No touchy, no feely, all week long,” Sabrina had commanded. My wife had been uncharacteristically horny. She said that she wanted to wear something good since she hasn’t gone out due to lockdown.I pour down some wine for her and opened a beer for myself. I am a great music buff so she was checking out my collection on my PC. I went to the kitchen to check on the pasta and she followed me to check what I was doing. She was impressed by my cooking skills and wanted to come and taste off the pan while I was resisting.While doing so, she lost her balance and kind of stumbled onto me. I picked her up. The owner, Julie, knew what had happened to Emily, but told Orrin he had to play lighter music or she could no longer have him play. He understood and knew he had to find a way to play music that touched people and made them feel better, not sad, not the music of loneliness and death. He knew Emily would not want him to be so sad. While walking home from the cafe one night, he remembered the music his old teacher, Apollo had played for his wife, Elena, after she died, and how happy he looked.