With cautiousness, Tony let his emotions lead to connect with each other. His mind even thought for a moment about how do people survive long-distance relationships. It must be so tough. He is just a few cities away, distance possible to cross by driving his own car, and he will just be away for a day or two, or maybe more but not a whole week long, yet he is feeling like loneliness is tearing his sanity apart, piece by piece. He even has a doubt that his temper is also being affected. He might have to assign someone else to do these kinds of deals in the future if he cannot bring his beloved wife along with him. He is totally whipped!
"Now, honey, I want you to close your eyes.”He started with a simple command that would make her feel the ambiance similar to how they usually make love. “Now, listen to my voice."
He watches as Jean followed every command he was telling her to do. Her timidness, combined with excitement, was making Tony horny as hell. But he
“Baby, I wanna tease your head below with my tongue," Smiling so seductively, Jean playfully whispered. Her eyes revealed more of a tease than the word itself, with all the lust that they were feeling right now. Her voice seemed to have no choice but to flee from its master with all the moaning and groaning. She spoke in an almost throaty voice. So captivating. He can hear every sound of her breathing, moans, and sweet gasping. Tony felt heavenly. Her every move and word seem to bring him a step closer to a promising glory. She searched for her dildo with her eyes fixed on her phone screen, never taking her eyes off his cock being caressed by his hands. One on the shaft and the other on his balls. When she found what she was searching for, she held the looking-so-real, similar to her husband's skin tone, ten inches dildo with both her hands. She sat up and crawled to the foot end of the bed. With her on her stomach, she imagined herself crawling next to his cock. "An
She slowly opened her hazy eyes, and with a lust-filled gaze, she looked him in the eyes and started rolling circles on her aching clit. Her eyes stared at him as he fondled his stiff, huge, and so beautiful manhood in her loving eyes. She couldn't help herself as her eyes wanted to shut and see in her vivid mind how he would tease her whenever he knew she was aroused and waiting to be filled inside and to the hilt. He would make love to her in a sweet and gentle way. Teasing her to beg for more. "Mmm... Ahhh... Please... Baby, please..?" She moaned, gasped, feeling her orgasm build-up from the pit of her abdomen, making her bite her lips which, subconsciously, were slightly open as she pants in pleasure, doing exactly whatever he tells her to do. Watching her touch herself erotically sends him to a point where he was rubbing his rounded palm around his throbbing cock almost vigorously. With his precum adding ecstasy as it lubricates his hand-rub, he slowed d
Harvey I am happy to attend family-related parties and any celebratory events, but I also feel a bit sorry for myself. At the age of forty, I do not have a family of my own. There are few reasons to argue with that topic, but I will still end up on the losing side at the end of the line. And why not, when whatever reason I may throw in to justify my decisions, the fact that I am alone is like a thorn in my throat that hurts every time I swallow, even for something as my own saliva. Today another business colleague invited me to attend his youngest's first birthday party. Another pinch of envy. A gift everyman would wish for themselves. Having a baby. But then again, life goes on. Whether you have what you want or you don't. And since I was invited, I didn't want to make a lame excuse not to attend. I envy them, but I am also happy for them, especially for that little bundle of joy that makes me smile when we get to see each other. I am hap
Tori I was pissed and mad to the hilt as my asshole of manager tried to harass me again sexually. I wanted to flee from this rotten hell of a workplace for me. It wasn't ugly to look at. The job isn't immoral or anything because it was actually a decent party and event holder hotel that I work for as the head waitress, but being sexually harassed countless times can really drive someone mad. And today, I must have reached my limits, or maybe my jerk of a manager really crossed the lines when he tried to bang me on his office desk as we were talking about my promotion. He knew I needed the job so badly. He thought I would be desperate enough to submit to his every demand just to keep my job. My parents died four years ago, leaving a ton of hospital bills and debts for me to pay. I am still paying my college loan, and I have been in this job for three years now. He knew it would be hard for me to say no to whatever arrangements he would propose with me, but I d
Harvey "Let’s go then!" I didn't know if I should take her words seriously or not. I was scared for her being so carefree, but she was like running for her life in a way. I can't really tell what for sure. But she was so eager to be out of here. “Any spots you’d usually go to?”I asked as we started to head out of the parking area. I noticed she was too busy looking back and around. She was troubled about something, but I cannot ask without sounding nosy. She did mention she had to flee for her life. “Oh my God!” She covered her face with her purse when she saw a group of three men, one in a suit and two in a uniform like hers, bustling around looking for something or maybe someone. The man in a suit looked around my age, with a big beer belly, his clothes might even burst with how he is too furiously moving and looking around. I guess looking for Tori. “Don’t worry. My car is tinted. They won’t see you from the outside.” I reminded her. She was so
Harvey I was too eager to arrive home because I didn’t want her to go crazy and pop her head out of the car window to feel more of the wind. I know she needed to feel the rush, but I was also scared she might lose her good grip and get hurt. I feel pity for her. Too young to be so depressed, for whatever reason she may have. But seeing she was also having fun as the booze started to kick in, I was also smiling and laughing at her silly tricks. She wanted to roll the whole window down, but I only allowed half to it. She called me Killjoy and said I wasn't fun, but I am after her safety. So she settled with drinking her bottle of whatever liquor was it I didn't even know. But I let her be. I really hope she forgets a little of her sorrows and has a little fun. Even though it won't change much of anything aside from a hangover, she would still need to breathe her heartaches out and find that reason to keep life living. And I was relieved to arrive at my place in ten min
ToriI was touched by how he can make me feel he cared. We are total strangers to each other, but I can feel his honest intentions towards me. We had just been together for a very short while, but he can make me feel comfortable. I can give him my honest remarks about anything and everything. He is like an angel my parents must have sent to help me as I really felt so down. I was losing the reason to keep living with all the endless trials and difficulties I have been struggling to win over for almost four years now.I was like ready to die any moment, but when he stepped on the brakes and I bumped my forehead on the desk below the windshield of his car, I realized pain. I realized I don't want to die just yet. Then I felt warm at heart when he expressed his concerns about me drinking such a strong liquor. I don't usually drink, and I settle with a bottle or two of beers when I do. But today, I wanted to get drunk. I chose to buy the cheapest whisky on the rack at the
HarveyI was beyond furious when she said her manager at the hotel almost raped her. I can understand why she was so eager to leave the place a while ago. I can justify her actions to be due to her foul mood. I myself drink my bad moods away.But when she asked if I want to sleep with her, I was tempted as her actions were strongly attractive. She wasn’t flirting. She was eager but timid at the same time. She seemed serious about losing her virginity with someone she wanted to do it with, not being forced to do it. But I know she was not in her sober mind, even if she claims she wasn’t drunk yet. I can see her eyes were becoming even more enchanting—an obvious effect of alcohol.I carried her in my arms to sit her on top of the bar counter. Her words squeezed my heart.“I know I am not pretty, but… please?”How am I to say she is more than pretty? How am I to say those words and not grant her requests? Heaven kn