Of course I had to agree and left for my confrontation with Karla. She had a room of her own, a minor miracle in our cost-conscious health-care system... and I entered after knocking. She lay on her bed, a desolate figure of gloom, her eyes sunken deeply into her skull, rimmed by dark haloes, her hair dull and stringy. She gave no outward sign of acknowledging my presence, stared straight ahead, her hands flat and stiff on the sheets, aside her body. The room smelled exceedingly stale, body. And I love you for letting this all happen.”I kissed him and gave him the most loving look I could. “Well he's not here, but you are. So why don't you take me upstairs and make love to me my sweet husband.” Despite my new experience level, us being newlyweds, we were still not that good at sex. I loved the way we felt and moved together, and truly sensed how deeply he loved me, but my dirty little mind couldn't help comparing us to me and Javon.Jack came in me, but I just couldn't orgasm from. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never have the cojones to ever do it again. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish.. We agreed I would arrive at his flat around two o’clock, giving us two whole hours for... I was so excited my heart was pounding! My tummy was bubbling too. I couldn’t face eating lunch; there was so little time to get ready. I spent a rushed half hour bathing, shaving my legs and doing my hair.Choosing clothes proved to be a difficult decision. Obviously, the panties had to come from my Christmas collection from Pete, but which pair? And how should I dress for an assignation aimed purely at.