”“Ight. Peace dude.”“Peace.”“I can’t wait till he gets here. What did his mom say?”“Traffic up the turnpike. 2 hours tops.”“Swee.... I’m gonna go to sleep. The other bed is blown up.”“Okay. I’ll send him up.”It’s freezing upstairs. I grab my hoodie and put it on. I grab my phone, it’s Lisa. They’re two minutes away. I can’t wait to see her either. I grab my second tin from my ps3 bag and put in a lip. Naw, I don’t feel bad about it. I get on ESPN, surf the news. I read my college emails. I look. We began disclosing to each other what our fantasies were and trusted each other enough to be open which made our times together even more intimate and exciting. She asked me if I ever cheated on my wife and I confessed that a few years back I was out of town visiting a relative for a week and met a very professional lady in a upscale bar who liked men who were her opposite. She was actually a behavioral ther****t and I consider myself more of a hippie having long hair being a musician. Before. Not that he consideredhimself particularly talented but was with a sense of satisfaction he sawhis story, on new stories of the day. There along with the story was asmall indicator telling him that someone had actually read his story andreviewed it. He looked at the review icon hesitant to click on it, whatif the reviewer hated it, what if they were harsh and cruel, could hisfragile male ego handle it?Yes fragile, not a strong personality like the strong women he fantasiedabout, he knew he was. Since he wouldn’t spank me, I offered to suck his dick. That is something that he rarely allowed me to do. I think he thinks it’s dirty, but really, we’ve never discussed it. Anyway, I got on my knees on the side of the bed, put my hands behind my back and begged him to stick it inside of my mouth.”“Holy shit!” Dave typed. “What happened next?”“Well…,” Laura explained. “I knelt there begging his lame ass to stick his cock inside my mouth but he refused. It was more than he could handle, and.