her mouth for the comfort of their company.
18- Beretta.
Sig Sauer.
Colt.
Luger.
Smith & Wesson.
Sawn-off shotgun.
Digitalis.
Cyanide.
Strangulation.
Smothering under a pillow.
Swiss army knife.
Asphyxiation.
Carbon monoxide emissions.
Methods of revenge.
19- Sheâd suck their cocks with her eyes closed. Almost pretending she was blind, her tongue moving over the head, licking the ridge, imagining the shades of pink, brown and purple of the aroused mushroom inside her cheeks. She would tease the opening, the slit, with the pointed tip of her foraging tongue, feel the tremor of lust surging through the manâs body as she did so and retreat in time before he came so that the flow of hot ejaculate would either fall over her tongue or, preferably, outside her retreating mouth. Some guys came too fast, some couldnât and she would learn to finish them off by hand. But she learned to enjoy sucking cock. Even took some pride in her growing skills and the occasional compliment proffered.
20- Then came Nicky. She was the sister of one of his best friends and they somehow drifted together. Light brown hair and cheekbones to kill for. Short and square-assed and prone to awful mood swings. At first, she was head-over-heels in love with him; he advised caution and patience. By the time he realised he loved her too, her own ardour had quieted and they faded apart following summer holidays spent separated. Bad timing, he reckoned and began writing crime stories in which the perfect crime always came undone because of a lack of attention to small details and deep-seated psychological flaws.
21- Of course, she pined for actual sex, but Mimi was determined to wait for the right man, the right occasion. She wanted it to be so absolutely right. Even a blowjob queen can be romantic. And six years is a lot of blowjobs and cocks in your mouth.
22- After Nicky, there were others. After all, he wasnât unattractive and was particularly fluent and articulate, even displayed a witty sense of humour when the darkness didnât dominate his soul. There was Marie-Jo, followed by Anne and then Danielle, who was absolutely wild and insatiable and even, one night, moved from their shared bed to join an ex-boyfriend who was staying over in the next room where their noisy sex kept him awake for the rest of the night. His first two men a night woman. For weeks, he would mentally kick himself for not having joined them which he realised she wouldnât have minded. Another obsession took root of a threesome with two men both servicing the same woman.
23- So Mimi drifted through the final years of her teens, desultorily moving from school to menial part-time jobs with a live now, pay later attitude to life and that infuriating smile ever draped across her face. Often doubting her purpose, neither happy nor unhappy, aimless in a quiet way. Somehow inside she knew there was something better waiting for her around the corner. So, she made her way down the road. Life wasnât bad after all: there was music, there was vodka, there were the flattering attentions of younger and older men, there was the beach at Nida with its fine yellow sand, and the never unpleasant feel, texture and sensation of warm cocks as she swallowed them and offered a willing harbour to menâs lust. Mimi was patient, seldom worried about tomorrow.
24- He tried whores but they never engaged his heart and their embraces were too mechanical and unfeeling. He travelled. Prospered. Even one day married and settled down. The epiphany and beauty of babies briefly assuaged his unhappiness, but children grow and always disappoint to some extent, he discovered. And that hole in his heart, first opened by Catherine Guinardâs treachery, kept aching and reminding him of all the roads never taken. Often, he would serenade himself to sleep with a monotonous litany that endlessly conjugated all the âwhat ifsâ of his life so far.
25- Mimi had been
18- Beretta.
Sig Sauer.
Colt.
Luger.
Smith & Wesson.
Sawn-off shotgun.
Digitalis.
Cyanide.
Strangulation.
Smothering under a pillow.
Swiss army knife.
Asphyxiation.
Carbon monoxide emissions.
Methods of revenge.
19- Sheâd suck their cocks with her eyes closed. Almost pretending she was blind, her tongue moving over the head, licking the ridge, imagining the shades of pink, brown and purple of the aroused mushroom inside her cheeks. She would tease the opening, the slit, with the pointed tip of her foraging tongue, feel the tremor of lust surging through the manâs body as she did so and retreat in time before he came so that the flow of hot ejaculate would either fall over her tongue or, preferably, outside her retreating mouth. Some guys came too fast, some couldnât and she would learn to finish them off by hand. But she learned to enjoy sucking cock. Even took some pride in her growing skills and the occasional compliment proffered.
20- Then came Nicky. She was the sister of one of his best friends and they somehow drifted together. Light brown hair and cheekbones to kill for. Short and square-assed and prone to awful mood swings. At first, she was head-over-heels in love with him; he advised caution and patience. By the time he realised he loved her too, her own ardour had quieted and they faded apart following summer holidays spent separated. Bad timing, he reckoned and began writing crime stories in which the perfect crime always came undone because of a lack of attention to small details and deep-seated psychological flaws.
21- Of course, she pined for actual sex, but Mimi was determined to wait for the right man, the right occasion. She wanted it to be so absolutely right. Even a blowjob queen can be romantic. And six years is a lot of blowjobs and cocks in your mouth.
22- After Nicky, there were others. After all, he wasnât unattractive and was particularly fluent and articulate, even displayed a witty sense of humour when the darkness didnât dominate his soul. There was Marie-Jo, followed by Anne and then Danielle, who was absolutely wild and insatiable and even, one night, moved from their shared bed to join an ex-boyfriend who was staying over in the next room where their noisy sex kept him awake for the rest of the night. His first two men a night woman. For weeks, he would mentally kick himself for not having joined them which he realised she wouldnât have minded. Another obsession took root of a threesome with two men both servicing the same woman.
23- So Mimi drifted through the final years of her teens, desultorily moving from school to menial part-time jobs with a live now, pay later attitude to life and that infuriating smile ever draped across her face. Often doubting her purpose, neither happy nor unhappy, aimless in a quiet way. Somehow inside she knew there was something better waiting for her around the corner. So, she made her way down the road. Life wasnât bad after all: there was music, there was vodka, there were the flattering attentions of younger and older men, there was the beach at Nida with its fine yellow sand, and the never unpleasant feel, texture and sensation of warm cocks as she swallowed them and offered a willing harbour to menâs lust. Mimi was patient, seldom worried about tomorrow.
24- He tried whores but they never engaged his heart and their embraces were too mechanical and unfeeling. He travelled. Prospered. Even one day married and settled down. The epiphany and beauty of babies briefly assuaged his unhappiness, but children grow and always disappoint to some extent, he discovered. And that hole in his heart, first opened by Catherine Guinardâs treachery, kept aching and reminding him of all the roads never taken. Often, he would serenade himself to sleep with a monotonous litany that endlessly conjugated all the âwhat ifsâ of his life so far.
25- Mimi had been
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