The coffee pot finishes perking on the last one.
Grabbing my iPhone off the nightstand, I go into the kitchen to pour myself a cup of joe.It dings a text from Mama.
Arrived safely.Excited.Boarding the boat.Will check-in when I can.Don't worry.Be safe.Daddy and I love you, Pumpkin!
I love my independent parents!They have so much fun together.I smile and set my phone down.I've always expected to have a love like they have, and I've refused to compromise.
I laugh remembering the first time I explained my philosophy to Piper when she was concerned about my lack of 'love' life.
I snorted, "Love life?The irony of that statement."
She tilted her head, confused, so I was blunt.
"I'm not going to fuck for the sake of fucking."
"Bloody hell!Are you serious?"She was stunned.
"Yeppers," is all I said.There was nothing more to say.
Walking out onto the balcony, I hover over the rim of my mug, sipping the black liquid, and my thoughts drift to Mr.Sexy Moore.The chemical connectionissurprising.I've never felt anything so intense before.
I lean on the rail, not hearing the sounds of the morning.
Maybe my hiatus from all the sex in Vegas has made me more tuned in to myself.Maybe there could be more with Moore.I like that thought.
Walking back in, I stop at my stripper pole."I need to work you this evening."
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Aurei
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I wakewith a boner fueled by a dream of fucking my Wild Thang in my customized playroom.Tossing the covers off, I grab my phone off the nightstand and jot down a few notes inspired by the dream for the renovations to add here at the Farm House.I don't want to have to be limited by our location.
The notes include:
Build a customized playroom.
Install stripper poles.
Add a swimming pool.
Install an entertainment system.
Afterward, I turn on the shower, step in and lather up my erection.As I stroke, I let the visions of my dream fuel my fantasy, understanding that jacking off will be a regular necessity.There is no way I will be able to tame the beast while I slowly seduce Seary if I don’t keep him drained.
Fuck!I mean, Wild Thang.I cannotcall her Seary!
I amp up the speed of my stroke as my balls tighten.Then I close my eyes, lean my head back, and repeat “Wild Thang” over and over as my cum explodes then vanishes down the drain.
When I’m spent, I lean against the wall, letting the water run over my body and rinse away the remaining sexual tension.
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Mrs.Smith walksout the office door as I enter the lobby.When she sees me, she smiles and comes over.
“Hello, Mrs.Smith.”I greet her, then laugh at how happy my voice sounds.
