I'll say what The Beatles used to say in the early 60's: " If you don'tlike something, well, we're sorry. But, if you really don't like it,well then,...Fuck off!" Please remember, I write for "MY" pleasure, tokeep my hand in as a story teller as a fetish hobby of mine. I try towrite the best stories I can. But, sure some are toss-offs, quickiesjust for fun and nothing serious because I don't want to spend a week onproofing or worrying about story structure or character development oreven. . Me: Steve, this is completely wrong what we are doing..Him: sis, but I like u very much and I am now in love with you..Me: you are only having infatuation bro, once you meet your physical needs, u ll realize it..Him: No sis, I m sure of the love I have for you.. We both have no one else in the world, I have you and you have me.. Nobody else helped us during our hard times..Me: yes,what u say is true but this is not true love bro.. Your only attracted to my body…Saying this I tried to go out. Even before I open my eyes, my body is responding to your closeness. My nipples wake up before the rest of my body. From soft, pink cherries they slowly grow into hard red cherries aching to be touched. I can feel a soft twitching in my pussy as my mind stirs from its dreams and realises you are lying next to me. Something I have dreamt about night after night. An overwhelming desire to touch myself to feel my wetness caused by having you asleep next to me. I don't want to wake you. (Well not. I wanted to put my clothes on, go home, soak in a hot bubble bath, and forget I'd ever met Manuel. "Talk? About what?" Us."My eyebrows rose. "Us?"He nodded, his face somber. His hand seemed heavier.I shrugged. "Okay." He removed his hand from my arm. "What do you want to know?"Now, he shrugged. "Where do you work?"I'm a very private person. Normally, I would never answer such a question, especially since it came from a virtual stranger. But I wanted to go home. I wanted to soak my aching body -.