I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
She was to be waiting for me one night after work dressed like a lusty secretary in tight skirt, stockings and heels. And then all evening my wish would be her command. Oh goodness, she carried it off like a dream
Careless Talk ~ In my head, we were already naked. Yearning to soothe and caress your wounds I couldn’t help wondering if your dick had been marked by the flames. When we accidentally touched I would spy the outline in your trousers becoming more defined, alert.
So LOVE is a strange thing. Being in love is a type of madness. And loving can be hard for many – I mean if you have ever really loved someone then it would be impossible to treat them badly, even if they didn’t want to be with your anymore. Right?