“Lick me, my sweet bitch! I need to test your skills so I know what training is necessary.” I began to lick and probe your sweet pussy with my wet...tongue as you poured a glass of Merlot. It felt great, but of course, you only conveyed anger and displeasure. “You call that sucking slut?” I whimpered as you commanded, “Lay on the floor bitch!”I immediately obeyed and lay down as you squatted on my face and used your right hand to slowly open your pussy just enough to cover my mouth. “Get that. Only in my actual dreams had I thought about an upskirt where the target accidentally revealed so much that her anus was on show.I continued to fumble around for as long as I dared without drawing attention to myself. We would be in the club for hours yet ( it was often a 9 hour job in those days) so better to play the long game. When I nervously raised my gaze and looked Lou in the face it became apparent that nothing had registered. God bless alcohol! As the night continued we alternated. But, wow, that was different.’ ‘Too much?’ ‘No, I don’t think so, just . . . different.’ I knew: I was going to have to talk to Monica about this. I mean, I was at a loss for words, in my own head. Mark’s story Oh, Hell, I hope that I haven’t just messed up, big time. I wanted to try something different this evening, and really get aggressive, but I might have just gone overboard with this. I’ve heard other guys talking about really slamming it to their girlfriends, and their girlfriends loving. ~Months went on and Autumn turned to Winter but still every day, John would sit at the window across from the main entrance to The Metropolis Daily Planet. He was working on a planned fantasy trilogy but right now he was sat with his fingers poised and hovering over the keyboard of his laptop. John would make his way to this particular coffee shop on a daily basis and spend hours writing or watching and waiting, not because it was a particularly good coffee house or because it was the only one.