I long to feel you next to me. I imagine you looking at me with those dark eyes and tracing the length of my body with your strong hands. Touching me,...making me want you in complete abandonment. Fantasizing about making love to you for hours on end feeling your body rise and lower upon me. I imagine lowering to take you in my mouth to taste the sweetness that comes from your passion, feeling your hard dick pressed against me yearning to feel you deep inside me. I’ve set and thought all day. In a way it felt as if I were stooping to a level she and I should never even consider.Yes, I am a hopeless romantic.The apartment was small, but relatively clean, newly decorated and close to the new agency. They had told me I was welcome first of next month (be it at a lower salary). It also was rather expensive, but I had no inclination to pay one more penny for our old home. If she could stand to live there, let her pay for it. She earned enough anyway.I got a constant stream of messages on. That's why she wore herbuttplug. It relaxed her. It reminded her of who she was. Plus, it wasthe only way she could stand wearing the mask of boring everyday life,and she waited for the chance to bounce on another man's cock.In reality, there were only two states of being for Bouncy. The times shewas bouncing on a real man's cock, or the moments she was waiting for thechance to bounce on a real man's cock. She was glad she was sissy. Sheloved how pure and simple her life was.She didn't even. My own dick leapt to attention in my pants as I saw this, and I quietly stepped inside and latched the door behind me.The guy’s cock was not huge, but reminded me a lot of my own, which for some reason has always been a turn-on. He jumped a little as he heard the latch click, but I whispered huskily, “S’OK partner.” Crossing to his front, I clamped my teeth on to his rather meaty left nipple. That got his attention, and he dropped the camera into the sink. Everything moved as though it was a.