She took a wide step to get footing on the center carpet over her hardwood floors and made her way, slowly to the bedroom. Listening for noises, she s...ill didn't hear anything. Gripping the hold on the flashlight, she entered her bedroom. She took two steps and suddenly she felt a gush of wind behind her as she heard the door slam shut with a loud bang. She turned around, wielding the heavy flashlight and aiming for the strangers head. The man moved to quickly and all she saw was a blur. She. I am wearing a short black skirt, with a blue and white shirt, looking very professional. As I start to put on some make when I hear a knock on my door. I quickly leave my room to open the door. To my shock it is my boss LaShawn. Me and LaShawn used to fuck a lot a few months ago. Sometimes we would fuck in a hotel, other times I would bring him to my bed while my husband was away on business."LaShawn, what are you doing here?" "I missed fucking you. I want to make you officially mine." No. Now is over year since boyfriend make me know I am like nymphomaniac, maybe not just like, maybe one for real. I start to accept offer to meet on messenger service with people I meeting on social site, and first I think just to chat, but before I know it, men wanting me to remove clothes for them, then they do same, telling me how sexy I am, and that I should play. First I am shocked, even though boyfriend tell me it is okay, but I still not know people do this. Yes, my boyfriend he say, I am. I met her when I was in college in New York. She went to an all-girl’s school near mine. I used to slip out at nights to visit her. At first, it was romantic.I’d throw a pebble against her window while I hid in the bushes. She’d turn out the light and open the window to let me in. We’d wrestle around on her bed. She’d get really excited, but never let me go ‘all the way’. So I’d slink back to my room with aching balls. Then, one spring break, she invited me back to her parents’ house in.