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"I think your stories are great, Zam. The world needs to read it." Zamantha frowned and stopped typing her thesis on the laptop. "I just can't get past the romance plot of my stories. I don't know how to freaking write it. I don't know the feeling of being in love." Zamantha grinned devilishly. "Perhaps, you can enlighten me? You know, you're mending a broken heart again."

I just laid my head on his chest, unable to help myself from getting comfortable around him. Tomorrow, we’d have to pretend none of this happened. We’d talk about our problems later. I wasn’t looking forward to a reconciliation. I wasn’t sure it was possible after ten years, after I’d gotten married to someone else, after I’d been in a long distance relationship with someone that wasn’t him. But for now, only for tonight, we could still pretend. Pretend like everything was fine. Pretend like we didn’t miss ten years of each other’s lives. Pretend like we were ordinary lovers.

Every time they finished, he would hold her, and she would hold him, asking for his name, but he would give her nothing. They fucked like animals, like rabbits. Sometimes they met in public, like in the covered booths of coffee shops, and he would give her an orgasm so hard she would see the stars behind her closed eyes. Other times they met at the movies, her mouth around his cock in the dark. Many times, they met at a secluded hotel where he would tie her up and fuck her against the cold tile of the room. She was more than merely pleased with him; she knew she was in love with the nameless dominant of a man, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He made me ride him on one of the dining chairs, my tits bouncing in his face while I tried desperately not to moan too loudly. By the time we finally slowed down, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My robe was gone. My body was covered in his marks. My pussy was swollen and constantly leaking his multiple loads onto the expensive floor. Luca pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night your husband goes to bed early, I’m going to be right here, fucking you in his kitchen, on his table, in his house.”

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"This should have been the setting for your first time and I just felt bad. It should have been sweet and romantic and all that shit." "Wait, tomorrow is the seventh day." Royce wagged his finger. "Who said we're doing it now?" Royce grinned before pointing at the romantic candle light set up. "I will make this night and tomorrow special before I ravish you completely." And he did exactly what he said. He made her feel like a special girl. Like she's the luckiest woman in the world and by the time the seven days are up. Royce made love to her body.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

The statement was I know you just like to come and meet me you just like technically true. Of course I've had innumerable blow jobs; more tit fucks that I can remember, some with edibles as the lubricant; been sucked off a few times with the husband watching; won several blow jobs on bets, all, as far as I can remember, from the blower (I should write down those stories sometime). Never had a gourmet tit blow in front of the husband as the prize for winning a bet, though. That was a first.