The paramour : She remembered going out with her friends like 3 or 4 times a week. It was easy for her to get attention at the clubs. Now she's lucky to get the chance to go out once a week. And usually she gives that chance up for the opportunity to sleep extra and clean the house. And let's not even talk about him! We all know what he's concerned about. Himself! When was the last time he put forth the effort to tie me down and eat my pussy until I begged him to fuck me? When was the last time we fucked for more than 15 minutes? She finds herself here, uneasy about being alone yet unwillin… Läs mer

He couldn't stand to think. Just a day ago he was proud of himself and he was happy with his life. The week was incredibly long and exhausting but that was in large part due to the woman he'd met this week... Absolutely astonished him with three nights of sex so nasty that he nearly fell in love. Hah. Love is shit. It's lost it's positive denotation in his mind. He wasn't looking for love. He'd been running from it his whole damn life. Good women left to their broken hearts as he collected notches in the ole belt. He wasn't looking to be intimate, he was looking to have a connection that igni… Läs mer