Wild Desire
Her nuzzling lips caught my bead of lust, and then she was sucking, sucking, sucking and I was screaming, screaming, screaming as a great bowl of light uptipped in my crotch and poured on and out through the whole of my flailing body.
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The next day, Peter phoned. Puzzled. His plans had changed last night. He’d called me. I read effortlessly between the lines. He’d needed sex; his new floozy had let him down; but there was always ever faithful, ever available Sylvie, wasn’t there?
I listened to the spiel, the same old song, and smiled down from a new and blissful height. He started to complain, but other, more appealing sounds attract me: the office door closing softly; the catch falling;
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