It was my 56 year in this world when I had the good fortune of crossing paths with Ceceila. At the time, she was about 37, I was a paramedic, and she was the ever-charming mail lady. She was 5’7”, dark-haired, and exuded an air of confidence And yet, it was me that she would secretly invite to her bed. I don't know exactly what she saw in me but I was grateful to be in her company. Ceceila had a fondness for my backside, I wasn't sure how to feel about it. I enjoyed being touched there, but I could never quite let go of my inhibitions. we indulged in… 続きを読む

Celia turned to Terrie as they stood on her front porch, the light shining down harshly on them. She felt as though all her neighbors were watching as she invited this man she hardly knew, this almost perfect stranger, into her home. Oh, man was he perfect, too. Thick black hair. A slight evening stubble shading his strong jawline. Eminently kissable lips, and liquid dark eyes that had been sending messages to her all night. "I want to fuck you," those eyes said. She knew her eyes must be sending back the same message. Terrie held out his hand for the keys. With… 続きを読む