She whimpers... She feels my hand travel the inside of her thigh, and she knew what it would find...I arrive at the thin fabric of her panties, and I laugh out loud. Dia hates me for laughing, and she bucks hard, taking her chance to escape. She barely shifts me an inch, and my hand stays right where I left it. " You're soaking wet," I said, and she was. Her face burns with shame, and a stream of tears snake down the side of her nose. " It doesn't matter. I don't want you..." " You don't?" I ask again. I rub her pussy, gentle as a kitten, from the crest of her clit to the seam of her ass, in a...
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The big mirror was clouded with condensation, and I was grateful for that. Feeling the scars, the long, scraggy one across my abdomen and the many small ones, mainly on my legs while showering had been bad enough. There was no need for me to see them.Wrapped in the towel I made my way to the bedroom. Hair still dripping wet I reached for one of David's tank tops and a pair of his boxers. He would be home late, again. And somehow it comforted me, to smell him, even if it was just his clothes, around me. The shirt was too big, but I did not care. I missed him, his touch, the way he used to...
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Before I knew it, I found myself in my mid 40’s, single and free to embrace whatever might come my way. A few years later I left my high-level management position to work for a small tech startup that was introducing a new technology to the media business. This took me to all corners of the US demonstrating the system. Often, in smaller cities and towns I would only have a single appointment and I would find myself with free time either in that town or while traveling to the next one. Around this time I discovered a website that was basically all about hooking up. Sure, plenty of women made...
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