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“That’s good,” Josie said. “It was nice to see you step up your game. Of course, you’re going to have to let me be in charge every once in a while. If you can handle being the submissive, of course.”
“If you can handle it, I can too,” he said.
Josie’s smile was demonic. “We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
“Yes we will,” Daniel said. “Yes we will indeed.”
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GETTING FREAKY WITH THE KINKY MILF
Hank Griffen was embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do. A couple hours ago he’d called a number given to him by a friend, and now, at eight o’clock in the evening, he was standing in a hotel room next to a gorgeous cougar wearing high heels and a little purple dress that left very little to the imagination.
She’d said her name was Layla and she was a tall, stunning brunette with an incredible body; rock hard from head to toe, tan skin, long, shapely legs, toned arms, and enormous tits.
Layla was a little older than Hank had been expecting, probably in her early-thirties, a good 8-10 years older than him. Not that he minded. In fact, an older woman was exactly what he needed right now. Someone to take charge, to show him the ropes. That was what this whole night was about anyhow.
“Is this the first time you’ve done something like this?” Layla asked.
Hank nodded. Then he realized that she might not have been asking what he’d thought she was. “Not my first time having sex,” he added hastily, “Just my first time with a—”
“Escort?” Layla asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“And that makes you uncomfortable?”
“A little bit.”
“It’s not that big of a deal,” she said. “Just pretend like you picked me up in a bar or something. You’ve done that before, right?”
“Not exactly,” he said.
“What about a party or a concert, something like that? Have you ever gone home with a woman after a night on the town?”
Hank shook his head.
Layla offered him a little smile laced with pity. “How many times have you had sex?”
He shrugged. “Fifteen, twenty times maybe. Something like that.”
“Let me guess,” Layla said. “All with the same girl?”
“Yeah.”
“Your girlfriend, I assume?”
“My ex-girlfriend,” Hank said.
“Gotcha,” Layla said. “And what kind of sex are we talking about here?”
“Just the basics,” he said.
“What does that mean to you exactly? I’m guessing your idea of the basics is far different from mine.”
Hank shrugged again. “I don’t know. Missionary, mostly,” he said, his tone reflecting his discomfort at talking openly about his sex life, or lack thereof.
“What about blow jobs?” Layla asked.
