She Taught Me
But The Way Clare Said
And Maybe Some Napkins
Brian Answered
Everyone Perked Up At
Brian Left Through A
He Came Back Less Than
The Men Hesitated For
Most Of The Men Were
If These Guys Knew The
She Took Her Tea To
She Sat In It And Pulled
His Dream Is Always
Perfect Clarity
A Zen Purity
The Light Is Like Candle
His Eyes Feel The Softness
He Sees Where Her White
Her Strong Black Pubic
The Warmth Of Her Skin
He Is As Usual In This
He Is Small
Lydia Is Huge A Sleeping
He Loves Lydia
Standing On The Bed
Perhaps He Thinks She
The Moment Has Come
Scaling Ridges Of Rumpled
The Great Mound Of Her
| The weekend had been horrific. I quickly stashed the dildo, encrusted with my dried juices, under my pillow. "Hey, sweetness! I let myself in," Jack said. "Gotta' get the crew started at seven." "The crew" were Hispanic workers led by a Russian foreman, Sergei, who were doing our house remodel, which had been designed by Jack and was now being managed by him.
Then he'd brought me home and left for a few days, "to get his head straight," he'd said. Awake now, though still groggy from my continuing diet of painkilling drugs, I realized that my lover was climbing the stairs. "Jeezus, you changed your hair! Did you do that for him?" he asked, cruelly, I thought, since my motive had been not to please Jack but to replace my old image which I now hated with a new one. I'm not hungry! We're goin' out! Get upstairs an' change," he ordered. "Put on that schoolgirl miniskirt you've got...an' a halter top! Just wear tennis shoes...an' no panties!" Then he stopped to look closer at me." he growled, "...starting right now!" "Fra...what...do you...mean?" I asked, quaveringly, fearing the worst. He raised his hand to strike me again, then changed his mind. "I should beat the shit outta' you, Dee," he threatened. "You slut! An' after that feminist bullshit you gave me the other night about your new 'rules'! Well, sweetheart, here's my new rule! I'm gonna' have some say about who gets into that snatch of yours! "Yeah, poor guy," he muttered. "But that's not why I'm pissed off!" he yelled. Then he strode to me and slapped me in the face hard, four times, with the palm and back of his hand. My cheeks stung from the blows. "Bruce left these in my office yesterday, before he got robbed and mugged!
Frank said. "Bruce got robbed?...and mugged?" I asked, haltingly, my mind remembering Jack saying to wait 24 hours for my situation to right itself. "Fuck-ing our arch-i-tect?" he bellowed in a measured fashion. Then he reached into his suit pocket and withdrew a stack of pictures, which he threw at me. I gripped the edge of the sink and stared at the graphic images of Jack and me fucking in the backyard that had tered on the floor. I awoke with a dull drug hangover. I took another Percodan to get high again, knowing I'd need a buffer when Frank walked in from his three-day trip, and started dinner. I turned on my beloved classical music as I puttered. Was that what he meant when he said he'd been teased about me being his "girl friend?" I wondered. Normally I would have been upset, having felt violated. Today, however, stoked on painkillers, it hardly mattered as I lay down on the bed to fall asleep. It was his bedroom window, I knew. My God! I thought. Each night for nine years I've sat at this dresser, nude from the waist up, rubbing lotion on my bare shoulders, arms, and breasts before retiring. I whimpered and gasped gritty screams through clenched teeth for what seemed like forever, as I humped my very tired hand. Feeling spent, I looked down into the yard and Billy was gone. I was pleasantly light- headed, from my drug as well as the voyeuristic climax, and felt it was time for a nap. I responded to the compelling sight by cumming myself. Assuming almost the same posture as Billy, I threw back my head and mewled and grunted through a very long orgasm, made so partially by the fact that I was trying to remain quiet. Two minutes later his entire body tensed and leg muscles knotted as he leaned back in a long curve and, with head thrust back, arced onto the tree trunk several, long, looping strings of thick, white cum. Then Billy did what I secretly wanted. He looked around very carefully and began to stroke the full length of his penis. It took only a half-minute for him to become delightfully hard. I looked at the young Adonis, all tanned and sweaty, fisting his beautiful, long, young cock with practiced movements of his right arm and hand, and perversely hoped that he was picturing me in his mind as he jerked off. He played a clear, rushing stream of urine at the trunk and pulled on his cock a couple of times, stretching it out and making it slightly harder, and continued to piss.
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