No distinguishing marks.
Very obedient.
Quiet.
All the things I “should” want according to the men I often spend too much time drinking mojitos or Moscow mules with.
She’d be easy to mold.
Eager to fit whatever bill was presented.
Shake whoever’s hand.
Suck whoever’s cock.
Let mesuck whoever’s cock.
I hate it.
Well, I hate it for more than one night.
One go in the sack where I’m told everything I wanna hear and she does everything I want her to do and then we part our ways is what I’m quite accustomed to.
Helps me fulfill that duty without actually having to commit to it.
I just…never thought I would want something…morein my life.
Or different than the status quo.
Or a life with two people as opposed to the more traditional one.
I know from societal soap boxes people think it’s wrong, butis it?
Is it wrongwhen it’sthree consenting adultsmakingthree consenting adult decisions?
What’s the case number to back the findings that say that it is?
The reference examples to be presented for support?
Are there any?
Vanessa reaches the space in front of me and dangles herself extremely close.
Close enough I can smell her coconut sunscreen and the cherry lip gloss sticking to her lips.“Want me to use your club?”
The innuendo receives a crooked grin and a polite extension of my tool.
“Thanks,” she whispers, body lingering around a moment more than needed.Afterward, she grabs one of my balls, places it on the tee, and intentionally wiggles her shorts bearing ass, desperate to draw my gaze to it.“You don’t play here often.”
My eyes cut away once a polite viewing has been given.“I do not.”
“Visiting?”
“On business.”
“Not pleasure?”
“Pleasure has certainly been had,” mindlessly leaves my lips, shocking me more than her.
