pondering on the mysterious young girl. Dusk falling, I could barely make out the bushes. Was there something there? I wondered, straining my eyes. Feeling cold, I grabbed what was left of the wine and went into the kitchen and locked the backdoor.
There was no such thing as ghosts, I tried to convince myself. If Crystal Marshall had been murdered, my Crystal ... “The idea's ridiculous” I breathed, walking into the lounge as the phone rang. A ghost lurking in the bushes? Grabbing the receiver, I decided to put ghosts and ghouls out of my mind. But I couldn't explain chapter six. Pressing the phone to my ear, I sighed as Alan the ex began rambling.
He'd been thrown out and he'd not meant to lie to me and wanted to come round and talk and the thing with Jackie had been a mistake and ...
“All right,” I finally conceded. “Come round for a chat. But you're not sleeping here.”
“Thanks,” he said. “It's just that I need someone to talk to.”
“And that's all you're going to do,” I stated firmly.
“Of course,” he agreed. “I'll be about ten minutes.”
As I waited for him, I wondered why I was bothering to speak to him, let alone have him round for a chat. He'd lied to everyone and didn't deserve any sympathy. He certainly wasn't going to doss on my sofa, if that's what he had in mind. Again pondering on chapter six, I paced the lounge floor. Someone had written it, but ... No one could have got into my den. I'd obviously written it. I must have had some kind of mental block and forgotten what I'd written.
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When Alan arrived, I took him into the lounge and gave him a glass of wine.
He looked tired and drawn, and I wondered what Angela had said to him. I found myself staring at the bulging crotch of his jeans as he sat in the armchair and rambled on about his great love for me. The last thing I'd intended to do was seduce him, and yet I felt compelled to unzip his jeans and drag his penis out. My thoughts muddled, I poured myself another glass of wine and tried to clear my mind of ghosts and Crystal.
“Why don't you strip off?” I breathed as Alan talked about moving in with me.
I can’t for the life of me think why I said that.
“Great,” he smiled, leaping to his feet and unbuckling his belt.
“Hurry up, then,” I whispered, wondering what the hell I was doing. They hadn't been my words and yet ... “I want your cock spunking in my mouth.”
Watching him pull his jeans off and slip out of his shirt, I couldn't believe what I'd said. I was either tired or ... Perhaps I'd been working too hard over the last couple of days, I pondered. And I'd probably had too much wine, which was blurring my thinking. It was best to get rid of Alan and have an early night. Staring at his naked body, his erect penis, I was about to tell him to go when he stood before me.
“You taste good,” I murmured, retracting his foreskin and licking the silken globe of his purple knob. Kneading his heavy balls as I sucked his knob into my wet mouth, I dug my fingernails into his scrotum. He twitched as he felt the pain, and I tightened my grip on the sensitive skin of his ball bag Complaining, he tried to push me away but I clenched my hand, gripping his hairy ball bag until he cried out.
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“Christ,” he said, grabbing my arm. “You're hurting me.”
“I'm sorry” I chuckled, releasing his scrotum. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll tell you what I'd like to do.”
“What's
that?”
“I'd like to tie you up with rope,” I grinned, licking the shaft of his solid cock.
“What?”
“I said, I'd like to tie you up with rope. Don't you want to have some fun?”
“Yes, of course,” he replied eagerly.
Leaping to my feet, I moved to the door. “I have a washing line in the cupboard. I'll go and get it.”
Returning to the lounge with the line and a pair of scissors, I grinned at him and he stared at me. I didn't know why I was acting the way I was, and
There was no such thing as ghosts, I tried to convince myself. If Crystal Marshall had been murdered, my Crystal ... “The idea's ridiculous” I breathed, walking into the lounge as the phone rang. A ghost lurking in the bushes? Grabbing the receiver, I decided to put ghosts and ghouls out of my mind. But I couldn't explain chapter six. Pressing the phone to my ear, I sighed as Alan the ex began rambling.
He'd been thrown out and he'd not meant to lie to me and wanted to come round and talk and the thing with Jackie had been a mistake and ...
“All right,” I finally conceded. “Come round for a chat. But you're not sleeping here.”
“Thanks,” he said. “It's just that I need someone to talk to.”
“And that's all you're going to do,” I stated firmly.
“Of course,” he agreed. “I'll be about ten minutes.”
As I waited for him, I wondered why I was bothering to speak to him, let alone have him round for a chat. He'd lied to everyone and didn't deserve any sympathy. He certainly wasn't going to doss on my sofa, if that's what he had in mind. Again pondering on chapter six, I paced the lounge floor. Someone had written it, but ... No one could have got into my den. I'd obviously written it. I must have had some kind of mental block and forgotten what I'd written.
97
When Alan arrived, I took him into the lounge and gave him a glass of wine.
He looked tired and drawn, and I wondered what Angela had said to him. I found myself staring at the bulging crotch of his jeans as he sat in the armchair and rambled on about his great love for me. The last thing I'd intended to do was seduce him, and yet I felt compelled to unzip his jeans and drag his penis out. My thoughts muddled, I poured myself another glass of wine and tried to clear my mind of ghosts and Crystal.
“Why don't you strip off?” I breathed as Alan talked about moving in with me.
I can’t for the life of me think why I said that.
“Great,” he smiled, leaping to his feet and unbuckling his belt.
“Hurry up, then,” I whispered, wondering what the hell I was doing. They hadn't been my words and yet ... “I want your cock spunking in my mouth.”
Watching him pull his jeans off and slip out of his shirt, I couldn't believe what I'd said. I was either tired or ... Perhaps I'd been working too hard over the last couple of days, I pondered. And I'd probably had too much wine, which was blurring my thinking. It was best to get rid of Alan and have an early night. Staring at his naked body, his erect penis, I was about to tell him to go when he stood before me.
“You taste good,” I murmured, retracting his foreskin and licking the silken globe of his purple knob. Kneading his heavy balls as I sucked his knob into my wet mouth, I dug my fingernails into his scrotum. He twitched as he felt the pain, and I tightened my grip on the sensitive skin of his ball bag Complaining, he tried to push me away but I clenched my hand, gripping his hairy ball bag until he cried out.
98
“Christ,” he said, grabbing my arm. “You're hurting me.”
“I'm sorry” I chuckled, releasing his scrotum. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll tell you what I'd like to do.”
“What's
that?”
“I'd like to tie you up with rope,” I grinned, licking the shaft of his solid cock.
“What?”
“I said, I'd like to tie you up with rope. Don't you want to have some fun?”
“Yes, of course,” he replied eagerly.
Leaping to my feet, I moved to the door. “I have a washing line in the cupboard. I'll go and get it.”
Returning to the lounge with the line and a pair of scissors, I grinned at him and he stared at me. I didn't know why I was acting the way I was, and
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