A few weeks earlier I had debated bringing Sidney here, but worried the flavors would be too exotic. Plus, eating with fingers took some getting used ...o.The arrival of food seemed to hamper the flow of conversation. I sensed that Amy was purposely avoiding anything that could remind me of my client weekend.In an effort to stimulate more genuine conversation, I stated, "You know, you don't have to walk on eggshells around me; I've had clients before." I know, but it sounds like saying goodbye. You tell me that you want to see the delights underneath my robe, You untie the sash as it slips seductively down my body to the floor in a puddle around my feet. I smile watching your eyes devour me, reaching for my hand saying in a very quiet controlled voice, “ I want you, I’m not waiting any longer to have you.” Swallowing hard you finish the rest of your whiskey in one gulp an blink as you feel the burn tumbling down your throat. Setting the glass down you stand an slip off your jacket as. It was a very bad idea...She talked about her growing sexual desires for strangers, about her craving for the excitement of the "first times". She had been to bars with some female friends and she had enjoyed being approached by guys. She had been faithful to me but with difficulties. The temptation was overwhelming. A poem she wrote and that I published here in the poem category will show a lot about her state of mind. I hope this website will let you read it in the bulk of this story as it is. How DARE they.“And what if we did?” he eventually answers my question with a question and seems to smirk a little.That smirk tells me that he’s just goading me and I relax marginally. Who the hell would ever want to invade Earth, anyway? It’s a dirty rock floating around in an unimportant galaxy at the ass end of nowhere.“Well, I’d be pissed and absolutely not offer you drinks,” I reply snippily and cross my arms, then hiss when the little oozing cut sends a bright pinch of pain up my arm.“You.