Heather and I were walking down the length of the shop his morning, me a few paces behind her. My eyes were drawn irresistibly to her bottom, the way the slightly stretchy fabric of her tight black trousers enhanced her gorgeous curves as she walked.
“Less than nine hours ago” I told myself. “You were in between them, lying on your side and resting your head on her inner thigh, having your balls licked and kissed while you pressed your face into her and lapped at her cunt”.
I closed my eyes and smiled at that memory, then imagined myself throwing her down on one of the counters and fucking her right there and then in the middle of the shop. It was a tempting thought.
It’s thoughts like those that help keep me going through the day.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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