Chapter 1
Jennifer
It's been three years since my divorce and I'm still depending on my vibrator to get me through another fantasy about Trey. Why can't I just just let go and have a little fun with him? I know he wants me, he makes it very clear. He's the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Even when I was married I never felt this turned on than when he's close to me. I mean, fuck me, he doesn't even have to say a word for me to get wet and worked up. All he ever does is smile and I'm ready to sling shot my panties across the room. But yet, all the times he has hinted or tried, I've refused him like he doesn't excite me in the least. Big fat lie.
God what is wrong with me?
Now I am standing here in front of my mirror, trying to figure out why he's so persistent. I'm a mother of three boys, just shy of thirty, extremely curvy, average looking, and I'm short to boot . What is there to like? And yet the man still tries to get me not only into his bed tied up, but to date him, fall in love and get married. That will never happen, no matter what he does or says.
Besides I know that he knows my kids, but he has never spent any real time with them, we mostly talk or text, or he comes over late at night after they are sleeping. Guess I could consider it a positive that he knows of them and hasn't run off yet.
Oh, well.
Better go crawl into my very lonely bed with Big Willy and pretend that it is Trey screwing the hell out me while I am tied up. Damn just thinking that and I am already wet. I need to clear my head of this man, stop talking to him, something.
I wonder if this time I can be brave enough to try the butt plug, and maybe by the end of the week I can use Willy Jr. in there and Big Willy in my pussy. Anna said it is one of the most intense pleasures I can have, but more enjoyable if I can get a guy or two to do it. I don't know about two, but I would like to try it with just one.
Maybe before I get down to business, I will read some and then text Trey, that always gets me all worked up.
I have a missed call and several texts. Damn he is so sexy, I love when he randomly sends my pics of himself smiling, like he knows it turns me on.
'What you doing?'
Should I tell him that I am about to lay on my bed and get off looking at his picture he just sent and pretending that he has me tied up to the bed? Uh, no.
'I'm reading. What you doing?'
I hate waiting for him to respond, don't know why, he always does instantly.
'All you do at night is read. I am thinking about you tied to your bed.'
Did he really just say that about me? I do more than read, I'm just not telling him that. Shit hear I am talking out loud again. Well at least I am alone.
"So what else do you do at night that you won't tell me?"
"Holy fucking purple monkey shit. How did you, you just scared the hell out of me. How did you get in here?"
"With my key. I made it the day we went to the hardware store together."
God did he have to step closer to me? He always smells so good, it makes me wet.
"You made a copy of my key? Why?"
"To protect you."
"That's stalking. I don't need protection. Besides from you."
"It's not stalking. I care about you and want to know that you are safe."
I hope he gets closer to me. Wait no I don't. I can't want him. I will only end up hurt. They cheat, they all cheat and lie.
"What are you thinking about?"
"One why you are in my house. Two, that all men cheat and lie."
"We all don't and everyone lies. Even you."
"No I do not."
"Yes you do. Every time I am around you, you swear you don't want me but I can see the arousal in your eyes. Your cheeks flush, your eyes become glossy. You unknowingly lick your lips hoping that once, just once I won't listen to you and take you into my arms like this, and kiss you until neither one of us can breathe."
How did he know that? Never have I said that out loud to anyone! His hands
Jennifer
It's been three years since my divorce and I'm still depending on my vibrator to get me through another fantasy about Trey. Why can't I just just let go and have a little fun with him? I know he wants me, he makes it very clear. He's the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Even when I was married I never felt this turned on than when he's close to me. I mean, fuck me, he doesn't even have to say a word for me to get wet and worked up. All he ever does is smile and I'm ready to sling shot my panties across the room. But yet, all the times he has hinted or tried, I've refused him like he doesn't excite me in the least. Big fat lie.
God what is wrong with me?
Now I am standing here in front of my mirror, trying to figure out why he's so persistent. I'm a mother of three boys, just shy of thirty, extremely curvy, average looking, and I'm short to boot . What is there to like? And yet the man still tries to get me not only into his bed tied up, but to date him, fall in love and get married. That will never happen, no matter what he does or says.
Besides I know that he knows my kids, but he has never spent any real time with them, we mostly talk or text, or he comes over late at night after they are sleeping. Guess I could consider it a positive that he knows of them and hasn't run off yet.
Oh, well.
Better go crawl into my very lonely bed with Big Willy and pretend that it is Trey screwing the hell out me while I am tied up. Damn just thinking that and I am already wet. I need to clear my head of this man, stop talking to him, something.
I wonder if this time I can be brave enough to try the butt plug, and maybe by the end of the week I can use Willy Jr. in there and Big Willy in my pussy. Anna said it is one of the most intense pleasures I can have, but more enjoyable if I can get a guy or two to do it. I don't know about two, but I would like to try it with just one.
Maybe before I get down to business, I will read some and then text Trey, that always gets me all worked up.
I have a missed call and several texts. Damn he is so sexy, I love when he randomly sends my pics of himself smiling, like he knows it turns me on.
'What you doing?'
Should I tell him that I am about to lay on my bed and get off looking at his picture he just sent and pretending that he has me tied up to the bed? Uh, no.
'I'm reading. What you doing?'
I hate waiting for him to respond, don't know why, he always does instantly.
'All you do at night is read. I am thinking about you tied to your bed.'
Did he really just say that about me? I do more than read, I'm just not telling him that. Shit hear I am talking out loud again. Well at least I am alone.
"So what else do you do at night that you won't tell me?"
"Holy fucking purple monkey shit. How did you, you just scared the hell out of me. How did you get in here?"
"With my key. I made it the day we went to the hardware store together."
God did he have to step closer to me? He always smells so good, it makes me wet.
"You made a copy of my key? Why?"
"To protect you."
"That's stalking. I don't need protection. Besides from you."
"It's not stalking. I care about you and want to know that you are safe."
I hope he gets closer to me. Wait no I don't. I can't want him. I will only end up hurt. They cheat, they all cheat and lie.
"What are you thinking about?"
"One why you are in my house. Two, that all men cheat and lie."
"We all don't and everyone lies. Even you."
"No I do not."
"Yes you do. Every time I am around you, you swear you don't want me but I can see the arousal in your eyes. Your cheeks flush, your eyes become glossy. You unknowingly lick your lips hoping that once, just once I won't listen to you and take you into my arms like this, and kiss you until neither one of us can breathe."
How did he know that? Never have I said that out loud to anyone! His hands
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