"It's okay if you don't want us to talk about you anyway."
He began after he must have sensed that I wasn't ready to open up after the silence that came from me
"I'm not dying to know more about his beautiful lady yet, I guess I'd still need all the time in the whole wide world" he continued, winking his eyes.
I was mute; I was oddly elated that he had brought me back to reality.
I was already reminiscing about the bad dating ordeal I had with Andrew and those thoughts bring back memories.
Those memories bring back pain.
Those pains bring back hate.
And I hated to be reminded of such a terrible past, such a horrible past year with my ex.
Such remembrance makes me hate myself.
Andrew was the major contributor to my way of life and personality.
Andrew was the source of
"It's okay if you don't want us to talk about you anyway."He began after he must have sensed that I wasn't ready to open up after the silence that came from me"I'm not dying to know more about his beautiful lady yet, I guess I'd still need all the time in the whole wide world" he continued, winking his eyes.I was mute; I was oddly elated that he had brought me back to reality.I was already reminiscing about the bad dating ordeal I had with Andrew and those thoughts bring back memories.Those memories bring back pain.Those pains bring back hate.And I hated to be reminded of such a terrible past, such a horrible past year with my ex.Such remembrance makes me hate myself.Andrew was the major contributor to my way of life and personality.Andrew was the source of
“Maybe you're right."I finally admitted, owing to the fact that I've been talking randomly without letting him know anything personal about me except for the fact that I'm Judith, and that was all.I was just being conscious about everything.I wouldn't want to talk too much and give out too much confidential information about myself.Information like how I was married to a man who has never made me feel the way I was feeling tonight.I'd never be open to Peter. He wouldn't even allow me if I tried anyway.I have never talked about anything with him.Anything deep and soul-connecting.He'd always be busy.Busier than a bee, at times I'd cry that life had to punish me by giving me him.Andrew was the type that would comfortably sit down and listen to your rant from dusk to dawn, but with Peter, it was different, and now again, I was with this stranger, Michael, and e
"You- don't- tell- strangers- your- name?"He asked, dragging the words together in a comically induced way.I tried so hard to keep my laughter from coming out because it was one of the silliest ways to ask a lady for her name that I've ever heard of in all my thirty-five years of existence."I do" I chuckled.He kept a straight face. I suddenly thought he was more handsome when his face was expressionless."But why should I tell a stranger my name?”He was mute, but for a while, probably thinking of the right words to say.“Anyway. You have to give out your name to this stranger because he already knows you more than you know yourself” he winked.I stared at him in utter confusion.“You need to see how gorgeous you look in your confused state” he smiled, pointing his glass at me, then took it back to his lips, sipped a bit and returned it back to the table. He was sipping
“Did you cheat on me, Judith?” He had asked the umpteenth time, but my response was still the same.“No, Peter. I didn't cheat on you. I swear with my life. I swear with everything in me and everything I have, I didn't cheat on you. Why would you even think that I will do that? Break our marital vow?”I had allowed the tears to gather in my eyes.Maybe that would be able to convince him that I wasn't lying. Whereas, in reality, I couldn't afford to lose my marriage. I didn't lose it when I had cheated on him with my ex boyfriend, Andrew and I definitely wouldn't lose it now, over just a night stand which wasn't really my intention. It was the alcohol that made me do it.But I knew Peter. I have been married to him for ten years and my husband wasn't the type one could easily manipulate with crocodile tears.“You're lying, Judith.”
At first, it was painful, but then after a few thrusts in the reverse way, me being on top and bouncing up and down on his dick, I felt comfortable and relaxed to try something else.I felt I was ready for the main action. I stood up, massaged his dick, and with my eyes, I was fastidious about getting rimmed. John was making me see the other sides of myself that I never knew existed, or maybe had actually tried to tame it, but I had honestly wished to get my ass orally stimulated.The difference between John and his father was he just knew what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where to do it, and how to do it. Safe to say he was sexually more exposed than his father was.“Do you want me to give your ass a treat?” He must have gone through my mind, knowing what had filled my thoughts. I smiled.He stood up, pulled me closer to himself until our skins were nearly compressed into each other's bodies. I could feel his heart racing inside
He stood up, made to unhook his belt.“You've been a bad bitch, Jane, and I want to show you how bad bitches are been treated.” I didn't say a word. Totally numb from what he wanted to do.“You've been my father's little slut, and I'm sure you have little or no knowledge of that.”His panties were down. His cock, visibly staring at me. It was relatively big. Huge and gigantic, compared to his father's dick, which I was sure was of the same size when he (his father) was his age.I watched in amazement as he stood in front of me, stroking his dick. First, slow. His left hand was on it, while his right was bent akimbo on his waist. He was matubating right in front of me. I couldn't help but stare at the handsome young man who was torturing me emotionally and starving me sexually of what should have been inside of me, tearing down my pussy.“Oooh,” he groaned. His head was raised to face the