You know nothing of its bite on your flesh. Speak to me of desire when you have walked next to someone who will listen to your words, and judge them b... their own standards, morals, and beliefs. Speak to me then. Desire turns to hope. Hope to a dead flower in the Winter. Speak to me then. While I know who I desire… while I know I desire them… while I accept the possibility that my desire may well be that flower… I know. What do you know. Tell me. Tell me how you wanted to bed this one or that. ”Lisa quivered with pleasure, the new sensation releasing new desires. “It’ll be your turn when you get through. I want to experience every taboo, do all the things girls whisper about at slumber parties. My pent-up emotions want to hang out. And best of all, I’m your wife.”Bo licked her layers, listening to her words, thinking about variations. He dined on Lisa until she climaxed with a final shudder.“I’m hungry, too, darling,” Lisa moaned. She gathered his face in her hands. “Give me you.”He. Random hurts.Some time later, I don’t know how long, the phone rang. My wife stepped back and wiped her eyes, smiling bleakly at me.I cleared my throat and then picked up the receiver.“Hello.”“May I please speak to Paul Hughes?”“This is he.”“Mr. Hughes, my name is Nathan Wei. I’m an attorney, and the executor for the estate...”I listened to him with only half my attention. He offered me his deepest condolences on my, our, loss. It sounded strictly pro forma, but I appreciated it nonetheless. I. My nipples were already hard, but the way he used his tongueand teeth pushed them to a level of hyper-sensitivity that I alwaysreveled in."Stop," I told him. And he did, leaning his head back to stretch, andI continued, "New game Pet, use your tongue, and I will move in largecircles, I demonstrated the same technique I used earlier to make himmoan... Nibble on my nipples, I will twerk my ass for you. Suck on mybreasts, and I will fuck you." I smirked, a little regretful that hecould not see.