Naughty Youve had a long day, wasting away at the computer as you feverishly try to finish a research paper. You rub your eyes and stretch, cracking y...ur spine as you do so. A pair of warm, soft arms envelop you, and your body stiffens in shock. Hey . . . Her voice makes your cock jump slightly in your pants. You go to spin the computer chair around, but she stops you: I dont want to interrupt you. Just thought Id give you some company. You smile and continue to work, her hands gently. By Sunday morning, though, I was ready to move on. High water ... eleven-thirty. I was up and about by seven, fed and coffee’d satisfactorily, and trotted along to get a shower. On the way back, I passed a girl, maybe late teens, ear-buds in and an audible tinny beat perceptible. I paused and listened – not to her Ipod, but to the raucous cries of the gulls, a robin, not visible but not too far away, the wind in the trees and the sound of the sea against the outer walls of the harbour. I shook. We kissed and no matter how naïve we were he knew I am ready. With my legs spaced Sanju positioned himself over me, hmmmm his body was hot and with his kisses I was relaxed.Then I felt something on my hole and my baby tried to puch it through …yes it pained but not so much may be because I wanted it and he was very nice. But I had to stop him strange feeling disturbed me.After a few minutes of kissing this time Sanju went on floor and asked me to be on the corner of the bed, with my ass towards. She would run her hands down my chest in conversation; she would stand close enough to make most people uncomfortable, and she talked in a voice that made me melt. Over time I thought I’d get used to the effect that she had on me, that I’d develop some sort of immunity, but she managed to keep me suckered in just like every guy – and a fair few girls – she met. Sarah was bisexual, a fact that she liked to remind me of occasionally, probably to perpetuate the fantasies she knew I had about her..