Dear Steven,

I know you list your stories as PETTYBOX, but always think of you as Steven in my fantasies, so I will keep it that way. I first read your Steven "Sig" Grayson stories when I was away from my home. I work in sales and spend 2 or 3 nights a week away and I began getting horny almost the first night I spent in a hotel away and alone. I love your perspective and style of erotic writing only because you don't get off the path of reality. Everything is feasible, where so many other writers deal with deep kinks, future worlds and TV fantasies. I prefer a story that I can put myself into.

Although I don't know how old you are or what you look like, when I read you I hear a voice in my ear and that IS you. I realize it is only perceived, but that sexy voice has driven me crazy on many nights.

In the past 18 months or so I've become somewhat of a bad girl when I leave town. When I turned 29 and began to think about 30 I decided it was time to add excitement to my life. I broke up with my boyfriend and room mate of 7 years and decided to look for one of the true loves you always write about. In a short time I realized that I already had that love and went back with my boyfriend. My Tucker (not his name) was and is my life mate, but he just doesn't bring me the unbridled sexual excitement I fantasize about. I love Tucker and I know if he knew about my secret life it would break his heart and end us. But, I'm fairly certain that I'm not bringing STD's or disease home and I really enjoy my double life and it has made my life with Tucker more fulfilling.

I would like to write to you and tell you about this obsession of mine just to put it out there. I know there are a lot of women like me who get the same urges and wants. They might think they are abnormal, or sluts or whores, but I don't think so. The urges they have, I am sure, are normal and even healthy.

If I write my story to you would you write it into one of your erotic pieces?

Love, Pamela

Dear Pamela,

Thank you for your "fan" letter. I'm flattered by the effect my stories have had on you. I just write them as an outlet to pass the time and break writers block from my real writing job. I wish they were edited better, but I try to mask my real writing style so if I ever become a well known author these pieces won't haunt me. If it makes you feel any better, I do have a low, somewhat husky, voice. But, I'm not a good aloud reader, so keep your fantasy if it makes you happy.

If you choose to write to me, or submit a piece to one of the posting sites, I would be happy to read it. Choose a pen name and submit it on your own, you don't need me as an outlet.

Good Luck, and please be careful out there.

Petty (Steven)

Dear Steven,

I would really prefer to have you write my story into one of yours, but apparently that idea didn't interest you. However I would prefer to just send it to you and have you read it. Maybe someday it will inspire a character for you. I will send it along soon. Just let me know you got it and read it.

Love, Pamela

Dear Pamela,

Developing characters for the stories is usually easy, most of them are real people I know or know of. It helps my perception and keeps reality at hand.

If you write to me I will read it and if it seems appropriate I will post it for you with credit given to "Pamela", unless you want to change that. You have piqued my interest. If I edit it I will not change the salient points you want to make. I can't say how long it may take to find the time to do this, but I won't forget you.

Petty ( Steven)

Pamela's Story

My name is Pamela and I demonstrate and sell software to large corporations in the communications business. You would be hard pressed to get through a day without seeing or hearing something that my company didn't have something to do with the production of.

This sales incarnation of myself began about 6 years ago right after I moved in with my boyfriend Tucker. I never thought we would live together, but with being out of town 2 or 3, sometimes, but rarely 4 nights a week, it made sense. I've socked the potential rent money away each month with few omissions. It sounds silly, but if Tucker and I ever get married, my savings will be the down payment on our dream house, my "dowry".

Tucker and I always had a good sex life where we were happy and but not too experimental. For the first few years of being away each week, coming home was always something to look forward to. You see, from the beginning of being on the road each night I would lie in bed and masturbate about Tucker, then about fantasy guys, and then when hotels began to regularly have hook-ups for laptops I began reading erotic stories online. I would lie in bed with the laptop next to me. By the time I got home I was pretty well ready for the real thing.

When I turned 29 I realized that the gates of 30 were close and I was still unmarried, although in love in a committed relationship, and still jerking off to stories when I should be living some of those fantasies. I felt I was doing something that teenage girls did and there must be something more out there.

The thought of having an affair excited me, but to tell you the truth, getting down to opening my legs for another mans penis always stopped me. Tucker and I are good together and if we ever wanted children, and I still do, I thought it was unwise. In addition, I was afraid of palimony laws in my state. If I were to be caught through pregnancy or STD, I stood to lose a lot if Tucker wanted to be vindictive. He could never live at our standard of living on his salary alone, I could.

Before I met Tucker, since about my senior year in high school right up through college, I was a bit wild, sex wise. I didn't screw every guy I ever dated, but any that tried hard enough would at least get a blow job. Intercourse sex was something I reserved for special guys that meant something to me. I was sorting though guys to find a husband and once he met a certain criteria, we screwed. If I felt a guy had a chance but needed a reason to stick around, I wasn't shy about oral sex. It was easy enough, guys loved it, and it didn't require a motel room. Of course, the best thing was it usually meant I got the same thing back, when I wanted it. But I wouldn't get undressed that far for someone who "might" not be a screwing candidate. Many times I was happy to just do the deed, which was somewhat fulfilling, and then go home and finish myself off.

Incredibly, Tucker was not a big fan of getting blowjobs. He's a bit anal retentive and the thought of putting your mouth where someone pisses was off putting to him. So any oral endeavors we had were either in or right after a shower or bath. Once he accidentally came in my mouth and I "accidentally" swallowed it. He was ready to get me the Ipecac syrup, fearing I might become sick from it. If he knew how many loads of sperm I swallowed before him, he would have left me for sure. But, that was my business and our sex life was "our" sex life and I liked it, overall.

One night in Madison Wisconsin I was lying in bed reading a story from one of my favorite erotic authors. The story dealt with lots this particular woman's obsession with sucking her man's cock. As I read it I thought about how I felt the same way. I loved the animal smell of a man's genitals; that hint of sweat mixed with the last drops of urine. As unlikely as it sounds, that odor cocktail always flared my nose and made me look forward to the pungent first taste in my mouth as my tongue licked the tip. Then as I got more and more of it in my mouth I kept getting that same taste until I licked all that off and then just smelled his wiry haired patch each time I went down over him with my mouth. It was usually about this time that I got my first taste of his pre-ejaculate. Those sweet clear little droplets were like a drug to me. Once I tasted pre-come, I knew I wanted him to come in my mouth. Knowing I was driving him crazy and he had no control once he got to a certain point made me all powerful. If I could sense it, and I was always pretty good, I would hollow my mouth for his first shot of sperm. When they can "blast" that first shot it's probably half the pleasure of their orgasm. If you're sucking hard with your tongue over the little hole, it thwarts that blast that seems to open the urethra for more goodies.

Letting that first shot fly in your mouth and then sucking down hard in him just about gives him a stroke. It's the key to a good blowjob and not all women know this.

So, after playing all of this out in my mind I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 10 p.m. I remembered in talking to the desk clerk at the Crowne Plaza that he suggested the lounge for a little late night fun. I was Thursday, Karaoke Night, and he planned on going in at the end of his shift at ten. He was cute and I admired his tight ass when he turned around to get my messages. I was also well aware that he checked out my boobs as I signed in, and watched my walk-away when I went to the elevators. There was a definite flirt in his voice when he said I might enjoy the Karaoke. I'm good looking enough to be used to this, but it's always an ego boost.

I really thought about pulling down his zipper, fantasizing that he was the man handling my boobs as I fumbled at his pants, and it was all I needed. I got up and put on my one "relaxation" outfit I brought, a tank top and tight pair of jeans. I fixed my hair after being tied up all day and let my auburn hair down. Just for old times sake I thought I might see if I still had what it took to get a guy to do what I wanted with me in control.

By the time I got to the lounge it was only mildly crowded but there were plenty of tables near the microphone and I sat down and pulled out the other chair to make it look like I might be there with someone. I was unsure about being open to be hit on, but if this clerk were to, I sort of "knew" him and knew where he worked and could be pretty sure no funny stuff would go on, especially where he worked. The DJ played a few songs and I was happy it wasn't too loud. They were obviously trying to keep low profile clientele there for a good time. There was a basket where potential singers would drop their song requests and name for a call to the stage. The first name was called and an older woman with a pretty good voice sang "Walking on Sunshine". She shook her ass like she was selling herself and got a nice hand. Then the DJ pulled up the next one and smiled.

"Our own Brian wants to sing "I can't fight this feeling", the REO song."

Now I knew his name and half way through his song he noticed me and smiled at me. He WAS cute and maybe 24-25. Once again he looked at me like he had never seen boobs before. Without a bra I sit up there pretty good and when he smiled I felt my nipples harden and I knew I made the connection. Whether he had the balls to follow up was another story, after all, he WAS in a Karaoke bar where he worked instead of home with a girlfriend or out at a players club. After the song he gave me another look and smile and headed back to his seat at the bar. I fully expected a drink to be sent over but nothing happened. Twenty minutes and 4 or 5 singers later they called Brian back up to sing another old song, "You're Kiss in on My List" by Hall and Oates.

He sang the whole song right to me, it seemed. If it were appropriate I would have had my hand down my pants to relieve the itch he was causing. But, after finishing he winked at me and went to the bar. I was devastated.

When the waitress came over I ordered a second dink and told her to get Brian whatever was he was drinking. She leaned low and whispered, "He can't accept that because he works here and you're a guest, but I'll tell him."

She went to the bar and got my drink and stopped to whisper something to Brian. When I got my drink I looked at him and he raised his beer glass. I knew I made a connection, although a small one. A half hour later he was up singing another oldie, "He don't love you like I love you" and again he sang it right to me. Upon finishing he winked and looked to the door and went out to the lobby.

"Well, here goes!" I thought to myself as I left a tip and gathered my purse and headed for the door. Once in the vestibule of the restaurant and lounge I didn't see him at first but he called out my name.

"Pamela, over here." He called from just inside the closed restaurant.

I turned and went over by him and he smiled and said he couldn't really do anything on premises with a guest, and would I like to leave. That would be breaking the first rule I made for myself and told him I could not. I boldly told him he could come to my room, and that was the only way he could meet me.

He told me he couldn't do that and he was sorry. I told him I was sorry as well and started back to my room, disappointed. Maybe some other night I might get the guts to try this again. The moment had passed as disappointment killed my horniness. My door was just clicking shut when I heard some one or something hit it.

"Pamela! Open or I'm caught!" I heard through the door.

Instinctively I opened it, probably because I heard my name.

"I ran up the hall behind the security camera sweep. It's an old trick to get to rooms around the cameras. I only had 2 seconds left." Brian said.

He began to explain how the 5 cameras on the floor swept the elevator lobby, snack and ice areas, the stairwells and both ends of the hall. I stopped him as I didn't care and was really having second thoughts on my original idea.

"I'm not sure if my original invitation is open, the a... "moment"... may have passed." I told him.

Brian looked disappointed but perplexed.

"I... a... "thought" we had a connection. Can I see you the next time you come through?"

"It was only sex Brian. I can't get involved. Don't think too much of me."

"Oh. I knew you checked out my butt when I turned to get your messages, you know in the mirror." Brian recalled.

"... and you did the same to me when I walked away, I saw that in the other mirror." I said with a laugh, "And you looked down my blouse when I signed in too."

The honesty and sexual innuendo levity began to relight my flame as Brian turned around towards the door.

"You still have a cute ass." I said with a smirk as he turned back.

"You still have a cute everything." Brian said as he boldly approached me and leaned his face in to kiss me.

Something in me wanted to push him away but his manly smell drew me in as I kissed him back. Before I knew it he was kissing me again and again. I threw my arms around him and pulled him close. I moved my hands down his back and grabbed his ass. It was the invitation he needed as he grabbed both of my butt cheeks and squeezed. My fire was lit.

Necking with him was quite delightful and I was starting to get a fire started down below, but my intention was to oral him and nothing more. As our tongues entwined I was opening up more and more to letting him eat my cookie if he would settle for that if I got to suck him.

"Brian," I said pulling back from him, "let's understand what this is before we go any further. You aren't going to bed me down. In plain words, you aren't fucking me. I want to play and I'm going to make you real happy."

With a smile on my face I began to go to my knees and I pressed my face into his crotch, kissing the front of his pants. I looked up at him and saw a surprised, but happy look on his face. With my eyes riveted to his I began to undo his belt, then the clasp on his pants. When I found the tab on his zipper I slid it down as I asked myself the age old question, boxers or briefs.

He wore silk briefs and was beginning to get hard already. I reached into the front slash and found his cock and pulled it out. He looked like he might be about the same size as Tucker and was circumcised. I prefer uncut men, they just have more taste and are more sensitive around the head, but Brian was fine. I held him tightly in my hand and pushed my face into the right side of his shorts beside his cock and then the left, inhaling deeply each time. The smell lit my fire, the fact I was doing something really naughty fanned my flames even more. I touched my tongue where the base of his shaft came out of his shorts and licked a line to the tip. I looked up at him and laid the head on my tongue and closed my mouth over it.

I was in heaven! That manly taste and a little salty / stale urine aftertaste filled my mouth while its aroma filled my nostrils. I pushed my head over him as deep as I could go and sucked back hard. I repeated that five or six times and then just played around the head with my tongue. Then I got down to business and put my hand around him and began to bob up and down in pace with my hand stroking.

He moaned like I remember guys moaning in high school and college. They knew they were going to get off and a pretty mouth was going to do it for them. God, I loved sucking this mans cock. Brian, who only had to show his backside and give me an ocular once over, was the perfect candidate for my try at a tawdry oral affair. The smell, the taste, feel of him in my mouth made it everything I wanted.

I was just getting into the feel of the whole thing when he pulled back from me.

"Let me see those beautiful tits and great ass of yours. Two can play this game and I would love to eat you." Brian said with a sexy whisper.

I swore to myself I wouldn't do this, but my pussy was running like a faucet. I fell back and sat in my heels and pulled my tank top from my jeans and took it over my head. He gasped at the sight of my beauties, which I'm so proud of. I stood up to undo my jeans and he reached out to do it for me. He ran his hands over the entire of my ass and legs removing my tight denim cover. As I stepped out of my jeans I quickly sat on the edge of the bed and took him into my mouth again and I slipped my lips over him a few times.

Then I fell back and said, "Show me how you want it!".

Brian was an expert pussy eater and drove me over the edge fast. He tried to pull off my panties, but I insisted they stay on. I held aside the front of my thong and he took a quick hint. My patch was thick, but trimmed low around my lips. I hadn't shaved for the bikini season yet, or else I normally have just a "goatee" or shave it all off. He rubbed his nose in the patch and his tongue quickly found my clit. I worried I wasn't as fresh as I might like to be because he only licked and sucked my clit and left the rest of me alone, but his efforts had me shivering and shaking in just a few minutes, but I must admit part of that was the anticipation of finishing him with my mouth. God Bless my Tucker, but the smell and taste of a naturally scented crotch of a man made me insane.

Once my orgasm cycle began and started to huff and puff with my little screams (that also drive my Tucker wild) I held Brian's face tight to my clit until my last orgasm really wrenched me out. I wanted to lay back and hold my pussy, but I wanted that cock back in my mouth so I could feel it jump and swell in my mouth until it came. I hadn't tasted a mans sperm in a long while and I was short of breath in anticipation thinking about it.

I sat up and met Brian face to face.

"Are you sure you don't want to get fucked? I have condoms."

I was sort of proud of myself when the thought of any other man making love to me soured my stomach. To justify how bad and filthy I had been tonight, I still wanted to remain pussy-true to Tucker and that made all my rationalizations fit in my morality.

"No way, let me suck you until you come", were words he certainly understood as he quickly stood up before me.

I gobbled his cock with its messy pre-cum all over it's not so fully hard state.

In my mouth I loved the preview taste of what I was going to get as he turned rock hard in the matter of a few seconds. I truly love sucking cock and I was so happy I was doing this no matter how naughty, slutty or two-timing it seemed. This was sex I truly enjoyed for the sex of it. There was no love involved, just the animal feel of it all. I really felt like a complete woman.

With one hand holding his ass the other was wrapped around his cock stroking it as I matched movements with my mouth. The hand on his butt let me know when he was beginning to flex up his orgasm and prepare to come. My hand was just tight enough around him without really squeezing him to feel when he was ready. His balls already looked tight so I knew his load was already gone from his sack and was working its way to his prostate. I was ready for him.

I felt his ass tighten under my hand and his cock chubbed a bit in my hand as he pursed his lips and whispered a long hissing "yesssss".

He made no attempt to stop me from taking his load in my mouth and before I could think a long watery stream hit the back of my throat. I was semi-prepared for that so I didn't choke but a bit and hollowed my mouth so he could shoot. There seemed to be a five second delay before he grunted hard and a heavy shot of creamy sperm hit the roof of my mouth. I stayed hollow for a second more and another one hit just short of the first. It was here I had to swallow and suck at him to clear my mouth.

His sperm tasted sweet, almost a bit citrus, with that bleachy, salty after taste but it was perfect to me. As I sucked the last drops from him I thought of the pineapple and mango tray on the evening check-in counter. They were plugging hospitality at their Hawaiian locations with airline "miles" cards applications. Brian was no newcomer to getting a good blowjob and rewarding his sucker with a sweet treat. I always eat all sperm loads shot in my mouth every time I did this before, and wanted to keep doing the same. A nicer taste was only a bonus.

When Brian backed away as I drew the last drops from him he began to lose his footing and twisted to the bed beside me. He laid back and closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his mouth, repeating "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" over and over again. His cock laid on his belly now and I bent over to kiss those precious balls. I mouthed each one and ran my tongue over them, thanking them for the prize they gave me. When I lifted my head I kissed the plum at the end of his cock and said "Goodnight my little friend."

When I stood up he chuckled and got up slowly.

"Listen to get around the security cameras you'll have to go into the hall and time them for me, so you better get dressed." He said as he looked for his underwear.

"Don't bother looking for them, they're my receipt." I laughed as I pointed to them stuffed in my shoe.

"Then I get yours." He said as I quickly stepped out of them and found my jeans to slip on.

I pulled the tank top over my head as he finished getting dressed, my panties in his pocket.

"Now tell me how I get you out of here." I said with a smile.

"Go into the hall and watch the cameras they flash red lights as they come on. Unless he wants one particular one, they go east end, stairwell, ice and vending room, middle stair well, west end and then back up in the same sequence. When the west end goes out, I have about 13 seconds to get out your door and down the east stairwell. Go out and check it out."

I took my key and walked up the hallway a bit and watched the sequence go down and saw where it was pretty easy if all the doors were unlocked. I got the counting rhythm and was sure I had it down. If he kept the door open to hear me once the west end turned off he was clear. We pulled it off without a hitch and he was gone.

I stripped, took his underwear and wrapped it in my hands and held it to my face as I curled in bed for a well deserved sleep. His aroma had me so wet, I had to jack off one more time and I must have fallen asleep right after because the next thing I heard was my wake-up call.

The morning found me happy and bright, guilt-free. I showered and prepared for another day of work in the area before catching my flight home. The last thing I did before leaving the room was to roll up Brian's underwear and leave them in the trash can. My affair was over and I didn't have to look back. In the pie chart of life I had made a tiny sliver that was for me and me only to enjoy. I realized the risk I took having unprotected sex, but with oral sex and the men I might choose I considered the risk minimal.

This was the first of a long string of oral affairs I had over the next couple years. Among the men I chose were hotel clerks, waiters, pilots, and flight stewards and even men in the offices I called on for work. I once shut my thumb in a rental car door and had to go to the ER. The doctor who treated me flirted a bit and when his shift was over he got a blowjob in the parking lot. Since Brian, there have been at least a hundred of my little affairs and I never had a single bad experience. I chose my "marks" well, getting men I thought I could trust, men who wouldn't pursue me, men I could always nail down if I had a problem. I never put myself in a situation where I could be taken from where I wanted the affair to take place. Even the ones that took place in my rental car were always in a parking lot that required a ticket to get out and I never had the vehicle keys on my person when it happened.

I may write you with more of my memorable affairs, but this first one is a great example of the how and why I do this. I love the smell of a man, between his legs. I love the taste of his sperm that I stirred up. I love the feel of appreciative hands on the back of my head as they groan in pleasure. I loved being the bad girl before, and now something makes me love it again.

Pamela (with love)

Dear Pamela,

I read your story and like it quite well. I may edit it just a bit and post it as is, crediting you with an explanation of circumstances. Just be patient.

Petty (Steven)

Dear Steven,

I was afraid you hated it because I hadn't heard from you. As long as you read it, I really don't care how you handle it. I'm really hoping for a character inspiration from you. Here is a recent story, where I try to get more graphic, as in your writing. While trying to write my stories down I've had been a good girl. Just the writing was enough to satisfy me, jerking off as I write (haha). But since this night in late February in Ohio, I've stopped my extra-curricular activities and vowing to stay totally true to Tucker. I think the story will explain itself.

Love,
Pamela

My work brings me all over the country to exciting places in California, New York, and The Carolinas. Unfortunately, it also brings me to places like Columbus, Ohio in the dead of winter as well.

I checked into my room at The Residence Inn and was, at first, happy that 3 or 4 restaurants were almost in walking distance, but as I walked through the wind whipped lay-out of the hotel I saw no refuge from the cold with all rooms having outside entrances. It was Monday and I knew I wouldn't be leaving until Thursday night to fly to Buffalo for a sales conference over the weekend. They offer a grocery shopping service that I've never taken advantage of, so with the cold I thought "Why not?".

I made up a list with coffee, milk, wine, bread, and some dinner staples (a steak, some veggies etc) and breakfast food. I needed the time at night to prepare for our sales confab. They had no bar on site, just a beer and wine lounge that closed in the early evening, so I planned on staying out of real trouble.

I called the desk and asked them when the shopper would go out for me and would groceries be there on my return Tuesday. The clerk was a pleasant woman who said her son, a student at Ohio State would probably take care of it in the morning. He worked part time at the Inn doing odd jobs and she was pretty sure Tuesday a.m. was one of his days on as she checked the work chart while stalling.

"Yes, he drives the shuttle to the airport in the morning and then does any house shopping." She assured me.

If you've ever stayed at a Residence, it is as the name implies a residence. They have all the amenities of home, except groceries. You'll find pans, pots, coffee maker, popcorn popper, anything you expect with a full kitchen. I finished my list with a few brand names for wine and coffee, and the type of cuts for meat I wanted. I bundled up and ran it down to the desk, even though she told me to leave it in the room. I wanted to make sure it made the early run. If they didn't clean my room till late, I didn't want to be hung up.

I took advantage of the food on hand in the community kitchen and they made a burger that I washed down in the beer and wine lounge. I was alone there, and the lone fellow who ran both services closed it at 7:30 and I was back to my room.

I set up a lot of my presentations for the weekend in the room and ended up in bed by 9:30, knowing I had to drive to Cleveland and back the next morning. I was lucky all day Tuesday with a bright sunshiney, but cold day. I worried about driving in snow to make this courtesy call to a current customer who needed hand holding as they made a network switch from ABC to NBC. My company looked like a hero being there for the big switch-over, when actually I was close-by anyway so for the price of an extra night in Columbus, we made a big customer feel VERY important.

One of the on-air personalities flirted with me something awful during the day, barely ever leaving my side. I was flattered because he was so good-looking, but was put off because he was trying so hard to get in my pants, and that wasn't going to happen. As my day grew to a close, once they were into afternoon programming and our graphics software did its thing, this "weather dude" made his move.

"If you would like to stick around until after the 5:00 broadcast, I would love to take you dinner, get to know you. I see you aren't wearing a ring"

"Jason," I said, "I'm flattered you would ask me, you're very sweet. But, first off I'm not staying in Cleveland; its 2:30 and I want to drive to Columbus in the daylight. Secondly, I'm in a relationship and you should know that."

"Really, I LIVE in Columbus and do straight lines and the morning weather on the radio down there. Maybe we could meet there for dinner?" Jason asked, losing some of his enthusiasm knowing I was in a relationship.

"You're persistent, aren't you?" I said as I curled my naughty smile across my lips. "Would you like to come to my room for a drink?"

Jason didn't quite know what to think of my proposition.

Was I for real?

Was it innocent?

Jason stumbled on his words before answering.

"Wha, er... Oh SURE! Where are you staying?"

"I'm at the Residence Inn, on South Hamilton Road."

"That's only a few minutes from my home. What room?"

"Have the desk call, I'll come down for you."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive."

I set it up so someone would know he was with me, which was my protection in case he wanted to get funny. I actually thought he might not show.

I got back to Columbus in 2 hours flat. The station was just enough outside of Cleveland on 71 to bite away the heavy city traffic. How Jason made the 2 hour trip, back and forth each day was beyond me. He must make good money.

I bundled up my face and neck to make the trip from my car to the room and was met with disappointment when I saw the room door open. I was sure I was broken into.

When I got to the door a young man with a heavy coat met me as I went to walk in and see what I might have lost.

"Oh, Hi I'm Mark, grocery delivery." He said as I breathed a sigh of relief.

"So late?" I asked.

"I forgot my ID so I had to wait until after my last class to go home and get it,... for the wine?" Mark said.

"Come inside for a moment and close the door. You've let most of the heat out as it is." I asked him.

Mark was a great looking guy with sort of an athletic look. I made sure he got a good look at me so I took my coat off as quickly as I could, plus I removed the button-up vest that accented my outfit. My dress underneath clung quite well to my body.

"Can you show me how to start a fire?" I asked him as I went to the fire place and opened the front.

I bent over in front of the hearth and looked confusingly at the situation, knowing his eyes were glued to my ass, as I turned quickly and caught him.

"Sure, I can show you. Not a problem."

"Well, take off your coat so you don't get all heated up under there before going outside again." I said innocently (yeah, right!)

He peeled out of his coat and came right over and knelt in front of the fireplace and bent to load the box. He did have a gorgeous tight ass. I would have loved to make a move on him right then, but I was chicken not knowing the whole situation. I needed to get more information.

He loaded the fireplace with a couple large pieces and asked me to hand him a few smaller pieces of kindling. I bent at the waist and got a few pieces of birch scraps I recognized from the trees outside the rooms. I looked back right between my legs at him looking at me and I smiled. My knit pullover was clingy and I was sure he got a good idea that nothing was under it. The vest made the outfit business-like. Without the vest it was very sexy.

I turned and kept my smile and handed him the wood.

"I hope I know a good piece when I see it." I said as innocently as I could.

He smirked took the wood.

He had a fire going in just a few minutes so I decided to break the ice and test the waters a bit.

"Well, you've warmed things up pretty fast in here. Does your Mom know you provide these extra services?" I said with a hand on my hip.

"My Mom thinks I get groceries, haul laundry for the maids, and do little odd errands. She never really knows where I am, or if I'm on the premises. I come and go between classes and studying." He said seeming to make a point that he was here without really checking in with anyone.

"Should I give her my shopping list for tomorrow? There are a few things I want, or should I say need, for Wednesday night." I asked suggestively.

"No," he said in a low voice, "you can give it to me now and I'll be here either before or after my last class. That class starts at 4:30 and ends around 6:30 or 7 depending how much we cover."

"Make it after." I said. "Then I won't have to hurry to be here to meet you."

He smiled at me, knowing full well I didn't HAVE to be there for delivery.

I wrote down a favorite wine of mine and wrote for him to get what he liked, plus two specific sharp hard cheeses, a parmesan and an aged Swiss. I gave him a $50 bill and said maybe he should do this shopping around his regular shopping trip. He smiled and said a sly OK and said his Mom didn't work Wednesdays anyway.

This kid was no novice at meeting pretty women, he was smooth. He touched my arm a few times in our money and detail exchange. He was sending signals like crazy. My only worry was how he might react when knowing he wasn't going to fuck me. If I didn't give in to screwing this hot stud, I knew I NEVER would, and I thought I never could. However, if he wanted to suck my pussy, he might have THAT chance.

I turned to show him the easels and work I had spread out and said that I had to get back to work, but I looked forward to Wednesday night. I helped him with his coat and he was off. As he left his face was close enough to kiss me and he thought about it, but thought wiser and was off into the cold.

Now to deal with "weather-boy". I wasn't quite sure what was going to happen with him. If I thought he was too much of a player, I might not feel safe (medically) with him. My contact at the station, Melissa Grant, was still there, I was sure, so I called her.

I asked her if she had any problems and if they found any glitches in the rest of the days programming and she hadn't. Than as an aside I asked if I could inquire about someone.

"Who? Did you have a problem?" She asked.

"Oh no, not at all. Jason, your weather guy, asked me to dinner and I agreed to meet him for a drink later. He's not married or anything is he. I don't usually see any clients," I lied, "but he seems real nice."

"I know Jason to be kind of a flirt, the office flirt, but he was in a long term relationship until a few months ago, and he was always harmless. His girlfriend was a regular around here at all our gatherings. She worked at the radio station he works in the mornings and she got a chance to move to bigger market. His ego couldn't take the hit and they parted. To tell you the truth, I've been out with him a few times since and he's still hung up on her. So... " Melissa said to fill me in.

"So I don't have anything to worry about, he's not a serial rapist or anything?" I said with a laugh.

"No, he's got a better chance breaking down and crying over her than that." She laughed.

Now I knew how to play him. I could ask him if it was her or the sex he missed once we got in conversation. Jason might be a good mark to satisfy my hornys. I didn't want to hurt the guy, only make him happy and satisfy my little kink.

If I didn't hear from him by 8:15 or so I was going to get ready for bed and continue to work my presentation boards. With Mark in the picture for Wednesday night, my date with Jason didn't hold the same excitement.

At ten minutes after eight the phone rang and it was the desk.

"Jason Pratt is here to see you. Can I send him?"

"No, I'll be down. Keep my room private for now. Thank you."

I kept my tight fitting knit dress on and bundled up for my walk to the main house. I walked there a bit round-a-bout to be sure I arrived from the opposite way of my room.

Jason sat in the lobby and stood when I walked in. I held out both hands to greet him and we air-kissed.

"Let's see if the beer and wine lounge is open and sit and talk." I said leading Jason in.

There were 2 others at the bar and the bartender said that he just closed down the grill, but would keep the bar open until nine, when he got off.

Sangria seemed the safest bet of what they had on hand and it loosened our tongues right away. Jason told me his life story of radio and TV, and was actually going to school to become a real meteorologist nights and summers. He finally gave me a chance to get a few words in and I gave him some details on me and my job, and my relationship. When the conversation volleyed back to him he began to tell me about the love he lost to a better market. He had a bit of emotion in his voice as he got deeper into the story and the barkeeper said he could freshen us once more but we would have to finish them in the meeting area near the lobby.

I said OK for us while I made up my mind if I wanted to go through with this. In the brighter lights I saw Jason was without his on-air make-up and he looked pretty rugged. A good rugged though. We sat at a small high topped table and looked in each others eyes for something.

"Excuse me for a moment, I have to visit the rest room." Jason said as he stood up.

He paused before leaving to push down the legs on his stove-pipe fit jeans and I peeked at his package and watched him walk away. I liked what I saw and when I thought about pressing my nose into his crotch I had a little shiver. It was on!

I put my coat and waited for Jason. He looked disappointed when he came around the corner until I said, "Why don't you bundle up and we can go back to my room and talk a little more openly, plus I have REAL wine there."

Jason's face lit up and he quickly joined me and went with me arm in arm to my room.

I opened a bottle of Chiraz and had him throw another log on the fire. I sat on the love seat across from the fire and he joined me.

"You were beginning to tell me about a long term relationship you had?" I said.

Jason dropped his head like he was reluctant to get into the story, but then the words began to roll of his tongue. The sangria had loosened his lips, and now the Chiraz just fed his self-pity. He wound his ego, male pride and her shortcomings altogether and did make a sympathetic figure of himself with his broken heart. I turned to him as he spoke and was leaning into him. When he finished his last, almost tearful words I was eye to eye with him.

I leaned in the last inch or two and kissed him on the lips and he kissed me back. I slid my hand from my thigh to his, just inches from where I knew his cock lay, and I whispered.

"Just how much of you misses her, and how much misses just being with a woman?" I said as I pushed a bit more forward to touch the tip of his cock. "Did she give you good head? I'll bet you miss that."

Jason exhaled deeply. "I miss her, but I do miss... I hate being lonely. She was awesome, but you're so much prettier." He whispered.

"You sit right here and keep your hands to yourself and I'll take care of some of that frustration. Just you being a good boy will make me happy." I told him in a low voice as I reached for the tab on his zipper.

He looked at me inquisitively as we were still eye to eye and I leaned in and kissed his lips again. He opened his mouth and tested his tongue in my mouth and I matched his movement. Once I got his zipper all the way down I pulled at the buckle on his belt and unsnapped his jeans. He reached across me and went to put a hand between my legs.

"I said you had to be a good boy Jason. Do you want this to happen or not?" I said breaking the kiss and looking at him directly nose to nose.

"What is happening?" He asked nervously.

"You're about to get a good blowjob and then go home to get the best nights sleep you've had since she left. Sound good?"

Jason's head fell to the back of the loveseat and his arms fell to his sides. I scooted my butt away a bit so I could bend over him. My face was inches away from the white underwear patch I had exposed as I began to smell him. I slipped my hand in the slash and pulled his hardening penis out. He wasn't real long, but he had the cutest mushroom top I had seen, large like an oversized scoop on an ice cream cone.

I kissed it and snaked my tongue out to get some of his taste, licking the head. Once the aroma filled my nostrils and the taste hit my taste buds, I was lost. I put the whole head in my mouth and tried to go deep on him, but the fat head made it impossible. He wasn't that long, at least sitting down, but I couldn't fit all of him in. I was happy to just bob my head over him and keep suction while I swallowed the drool he caused.

I was really afraid he would come too quickly, knowing his situation, but he survived the first 3 minutes of my mouth fucking, so I decided to have some fun.

I lifted my head from his crotch and said "Stand up Jason, take your pants off."

He obeyed my orders quickly, kicking off his shoes before stepping out of his pants and undies simultaneously. I scooted to the front of the loveseat and reached for his hips to bring him to my mouth. I lifted his cock and lightly kissed his balls and then licked them thoroughly, tasting his man-sweat. I was getting hot and wanted to be touched. I let his cock down and I put my mouth over it while I reached behind me to pull the zipper part way down on my knit dress. Keeping his cock in my mouth I pulled my dress down far enough to get my arms out and let my boobs out. I sat back for a moment to look into his eyes and let him see my breasts. I quickly wrapped two fingers and my thumb around him and put the head in my mouth again, stroking him. He reached down and tweaked my nipples and began mauling my breasts. I was in heaven!

It didn't take long before I started to taste his bitter pre-come juices. I suspected he hadn't shot off in a long time as he tasted so strong. I was getting anxious. With both hands busy, one stroking his cock and the other holding his ass, bringing him into me, I shifted a bit to get the ribbed trim of the loveseat into the groove of my pussy. I was going to come too.

He began making noises and trying to shift his feet a bit as he tried to over-ride the even stroke in and out of my mouth. He was going to come and it was going to be soon.

I tightened my grip on his cute ass cheek to keep him on the beat but he was passed the edge. He shot in my mouth and it was apparent that I was not going to be able to hold his volume. I swallowed hard and took the rest he had to offer with its thick consistency and salty, bleachy taste. It was still all good. I came as he did, little tingles creeping up my spine. It was good, but I would surely have a good hard one later while I lay alone thinking about my naughty deed.

I let him out of my mouth and he dropped to his knees and fell forward over my legs. He touched my knees as if to open my legs, but he quickly removed them with one look from me. I laid back and he crawled up to me and kissed my cheek and then grasped both of my boobs hard and tweaked my nipples.

I touched his face as he looked like he was going to try and suckle me.

"That was as good for me as it was for you. I have a lot to do tonight and tomorrow, you better go."

While I pulled the top of my dress up he got up on shaky legs and found his underwear and jeans. If I didn't have another date for tomorrow, I might have asked for his undies as a souvenir.

As he went for his coat I got up to walk him to the door. He turned to kiss or thank me, or maybe ask me out again, but I stopped him with a finger to his lips.

"Sometimes 2 people meet once and fulfill a fantasy, never to meet again. No questions and no anticipation of whether they can recreate the moment. It's over, and their lives go on with just the happy memory of the moment. Good luck Jason." I said and then opened the door.

He smiled widely and said "Thank you."

I licked my lips and brought my hands up to cup my face to get one last smell of the man I just tasted. I ran my tongue around my mouth to capture and last tastes of him before rinsing my mouth with my wine.

Coldly I set about with more presentation preparations, only wishing I had the overhead screen to make sure I was getting the look I wanted. I worked until the clock rang eleven and I was off to bed. I wore a t-shirt top and no bottom and played out the evening in my mind while fingering my pussy and ass to a huge orgasm.

I had a ten a.m. appointment with an all new Fox affiliate in Zanesville, about an hour away, so I could sleep until eight after wearing myself out. Thursday was busy with calls in Marion and Columbus before flying out. I wasn't awake for 10 minutes on Tuesday before I began to anticipate my date with Mark. But, I also was looking forward to getting home Sunday night to have Tucker tear me apart with his lonesome cock. He fit in me just fine and I loved every time we made love, every moment we spent together.

I know you must think I'm a terrible woman, and a cheat. I did this without regrets or guilty conscience. If I were doing things that I did with Tucker, I could not live with myself and would never have started. This final affair in Columbus laid a guilt trip on me and I can't do it anymore. Looking back, it was the first time I felt I had really cheated, and if Tucker ever found out... Please don't judge me. To me, it's was like masturbation.

By early afternoon I was making the final details of a huge sale of software and the exclusive sets that go with it. This was going to be a huge push for Fox in this region and they wanted a special look. I was the last proposal and they did not wait to decide. I was pretty proud of myself and sat in the office of the ownership team and scheduled the crew to come to Zanesville and plan their first day on the air. It was almost five when I left and I was walking on clouds until I hit the road and experienced a 3 inch snowfall for my trip home in the dark. It was white-knuckles for the first 40 miles of the trip, but as I got close to Columbus the snow stopped and I relaxed for the rest of the trip.

I got to my room at 5:55 and I ran to the shower to clean up. I slipped into a tank top and Capri pants. I loved how I looked in this outfit and I was sure that, even if Mark had a second thought, he would make some sort of play at me.

I just finished the mousse in my hair when I heard a knock at the door.

"Grocery delivery, ma'am!" Mark hollered to any nosy ears.

I opened the door and I quickly got elevator eyes from him as he handed me a bag.

"Did you get a kind of wine that you like too?" I asked to be sure that he knew he was being asked to stay beyond his delivery capacity.

"Yeah, I got a Mead to warm in hopes it will do the same to me. I know it sounds girly but it tastes good on a cold night." He said sounding fairly experienced at these situations.

After I set the bag down Mark took off his coat and took charge, opening the wine and pouring while I sliced the cheese. He went over and started a fire and came back to the counter and put his wine in the microwave for a few moments. He sprinkled a little cinnamon on the top and took the cheese plate to the coffee table in front of the fireplace.

"Mark, this isn't the first time you've been in a female guests room, should I say, "after hours", is it?" I asked.

"To tell you the truth, yes it is. However, I have borrowed a key for an empty room to meet a girlfriend or two." He said with a sly grin.

"You've never been propositioned by a female guest?" I asked, not believing him.

"Yes, many times, but never one as pretty and sexy as you. I've always shrugged them off. I could lose my job, and I should be studying, but you kept me up all last night." Mark said with a cool, calm demeanor.

"Mark, I haven't propositioned you, and I'm not going to. Things may happen here tonight to make both of us very happy, but you won't be,... uhh, SLEEPING with me and if that is your intention, you should leave now." I said calmly, but forcefully.

"Pam, I'm game and up for whatever you want. I assume nothing. To be bluntly honest, you were so kind and if I may say, provocative, yesterday when I was here that I came back today just to see it was not a dream. I know I'm not here to bake cookies." He answered in a well thought out manner.

Mark really impressed me as not being a frat party boy, nor a skirt chaser, but certainly a little experienced in how to handle a woman.

I went around and sat on the loveseat and he joined me.

"So, you use the rooms from time to time as your private love nest, huh?"

"I do. Finding time to have a good relationship and keep up with an aggressive study program is hard. However being with a woman is a great stress reliever, and need. Fortunately I have a few female friends who feel the same way." He said.

"A few?" I wondered.

"Well, 2 to be exact, and each more than once. I hope they feel as lucky as I do." He answered looking down.

We made small talk and sipped wine for 30-40 minutes and when I came back with our third glasses I sat as close to him as I could and put my face almost in his.

"Mark, are you wondering what's going to happen here tonight? Why I wanted you here?" I asked as I put my lips to his.

He kissed me back voraciously putting his arm around me; his other hand went to my thigh and then slid under almost to my ass as he deepened his kiss.

I broke the kiss forcefully and looked him in the eye.

"You're not going to fuck me Mark, but I can make you very happy if you want to play along." I said as I slid my hand to his thigh.

He didn't need to be hit over the head to figure out my intention.

"I don't get a chance to make you happy the same way?" He asked bluntly.

"We'll see Mark, are we sure we each know what we're talking about." I answered.

"I think you want to suck my cock."

I smiled and ran my hand up over the bulge in his pants a few times and I kissed his lips. I fumbled for the snap on his pants and he surprised me by just standing up and turning in front of me.

He undid the clasp on his pants and then touched my face as I looked up to his smile. I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then.

I pulled his zipper down to see very sexy underwear that was almost like a Speedo. He was growing out of them and I pushed his pants down far enough to get him out of the pocket he was in. I held his semi-hard cock in one hand and pressed my face to his crotch. He smelled wonderful and his cock grew to a very nice size. It was a little on the fat side but not too long, maybe 6 or 8 inches. He was perfect. I kissed him around the base a few times and worked my way up the shaft. When I got to the head I polished it with my tongue and then impatiently I put the whole head in my mouth and sucked.

His groans only incited me as I fucked my mouth over him inhaling deep each time my nose buried in his pubic patch. I knew my aggressiveness would shorten my pleasure, but I could already taste his pre-ejaculate fluid. I wanted to slow down and no time seemed better to take off my tank. I love having my boobs mauled while I suck cock.

I just pulled my mouth off when he put his hand to the back of my head. He saw me reaching to pull up my top and he retreated, but spoke excitedly.

"Let me come for you now and I'll eat your pussy, then I can come for you again later."

I usually took charge in these trysts but I liked his idea. Coming twice was not one of Tuckers attributes in the past few years. I was only a little worried about stripping for him to oral me.

I pinched my own nipples and leaned forward to suck him again. With his hand on the back of my head he began to undulate his hips, fucking my mouth. This never happened very often and I loved it, my mouth being used as a fuck toy. He wasn't mean or hurtful gliding his cock over my tongue while I sucked him, he just knew what he wanted. His hand left my head and he bent his knees a bit and I thought he would shoot, but he just grabbed my boobs while the slid in and out of my mouth. Then his hands left my boobs and he shouted.

"You're going to get my sperm!"

He no more than said it when it burst into my mouth. He filled my mouth so quickly that I lost a bit before regaining control and swallowing him down. He had a clean citrus taste, a tell tale sign that he knew he was going to get a blowjob. A lot of men learn the pineapple trick to get their women to swallow their loads. It works quite well.

His thrusts at my mouth slowed and became ragged before I took him in my hand and stroked out the last drops. He began to pant as if I was hurting him in his over sensitive state. I backed off and looked up at him.

"You're going to get my sperm? That's what you say when you're coming in your lovers mouth? Hahahaha." I said razzing him.

"Is that what I said? I'm sorry; I guess I was crazy at the time." He answered still panting a bit. "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

I reached out my hand and pulled him down to his knees. He immediately reached for my breasts and fondled them lovingly. He kissed each nipple and then my mouth as he kept feeling and squeezing them. Then he suckled a bit longer on each one finishing with a kiss to my lips. He repeated this for 3, 4 or 5 times, I forget how long. I only knew I liked it a whole lot more than I should have, Mark being a stranger.

"Take off your pants and let me eat your pussy. I'll lick you to a big delicious orgasm while you suck my cock again." He whispered in a low voice to me.

It was then I realized that if he wanted to fuck me, he could. I was that infatuated with my young lover. I even considered offering him my ass, even though I hadn't done that in 10 years or more and I wasn't a fan of it then. If he asked, it was his; because he already knew I wasn't offering my pussy to fuck.

He stood and stripped off his shirt and pants the rest of the way while I unsnapped my Capri's and slid them down my legs. He knelt before me and took them off my feet and reached for the sides of my thong. I lifted my legs and let it come off. My feet were barely settled on the floor before he was bending to kiss my pussy. I raised my hips to better accommodate him and move my ass to the edge of the loveseat.

I was shaven clean, except for a triangle patch that I kept cropped close, and his tongue relished in the smoothness of my pussy. He licked the whole length of my pussy before kissing my clit and then spreading me wide open with his thumbs. He may have been young but he knew his way around a pussy having taken my breath away already. I had never been eaten so roundly already and he had just begun and barely touched my clit. His tongue drove deep into me as he sucked my juices. I raised my feet off the floor as I opened up for him. I was just wondering how deep his tongue might go when his thumbs slid up below my clit and pushed at it peeling back the hood. His mouth kissed and sucked my little nerve-ball until I could barely stand the pressure before I came hard, my hand going to the back of his head. Before I could catch a breath he turned his mouth up and put some sort of heavy suction on my engorged little man and I was flying. (He later told me he rolled his tongue and pressed it up to his upper lip creating a "tube" over my button.) Finally I bucked his face off me and his thumbs began flicking my clit, as it was 2 or 3 times the size from his power suction. When I looked down over my sucked in belly I actually saw it for a moment. I knew of suction tubes to apply to your nipples and clit, and this young stud WAS one.

He slowly stopped the attack on my now shrinking clit and bent to kiss my stomach, running his tongue over and around my navel. As my breathing began to return to normal and my feet were about at the floor he knelt back and smiled at me.

"Get off the loveseat and let me on so we can 69. My cock is ready for your mouth again you sexy slut."

Being called a slut filled me with passion and anger, but how it manifested itself was confusing. I wanted to cry and beg forgiveness from Tucker, but I also wanted to suck him until he came in my mouth while I inhaled his cock, balls and crotch. I did exactly as he asked me and stood up, on my shaky legs, and then draped myself over him throwing my mouth onto his cock and wedging it in the back of my throat until I gagged. The curve of his erection fit perfectly deep over my tongue and to my uvula. He cocked his knees up and opened them fully to allow me maximum access and full aroma of his wonderful gentals.

In the meantime his teeth pulled my pubic hair before his tongue went all over my spread eagled bikini area. I was just happy licking on his cock and balls as he dallied with his tongue while enjoying his second blowjob of the evening. Once I thought he was at full staff I just wanted to get the contents of his balls in my mouth. I put my mouth over the head of his cock and steadily worked my head over him, orally fucking his cock.

He began to lick my pussy in earnest now, playing with my lips, sucking and chewing them before he got to my clit. I used every ounce of self-control to keep my pace on him while he began wring yet another orgasm from me. He tried to do the sucking tube with his tongue and lips on my clit but I kept pulling from him and trying to whimper a "no" with a mouthful of cock, but to no avail. With his hands on my hips he held me firm while he sucked my clit to, what felt like, a watermelon. As soon as it was fully engorged he rose his head and wiped his tongue right over my asshole. I played a little with anal sex between high school and college with a boyfriend at the time, but I don't believe I was ever licked. I remember being fingered there, which I do myself at times, but I'm sure I would have remembered being tongued. I was absolutely brought to the edge of what seemed to be a vaginal orgasm with his tongue licking and probing my rear. My engorged clit throbbed as he dug his tongue deeper into my rear. Then quickly his tongue danced over that sensitive little space between my holes before going deep between my lips to collect my juices. He even was using a finger to collect my juices and sweep them into his mouth, or so I thought until that finger, rife with my wetness, went up my ass.

That pain and pleasure was the first thing he did to break my up and down pace on his cock.

I pulled my head up quickly and hollered out, "Oh my ass, FUCK my ass if you have to!", surprising even myself. But he just kept fingering it and licking my pussy as he raised his hips to put his cock in my face again.

I went back to fucking his cock, although my mouth and neck were tired, but he rewarded me soon there after. He bucked a little under me and I felt his head swell just before he oozed and dribbled a fat load of semen into my mouth. There was no force to his shot, but there was volume. I would be hard pressed to remember taking a second load from any man, but I was sure none was ever this much. Right after he came and I began to just lick him clean. His finger slipped from my butt and he went back to lightly pulling my pubic hair with his teeth. Soon, I just collapsed over him. At that moment I hoped he would ask to stay over and fuck the shit out of me before leaving in the morning. Then, his next words changed my mind.

"You are some kind of cocksucker, a good little slut, a sexy slut. If you ever come back this way, I'll take a second turn with you." He said coldly, like he thought I would appreciate his words.

The second time of being called a slut hit me like a ton of bricks. Accenting that with calling me a cocksucker, which in truth I was, told me I had to stop. Just thirty seconds before I wanted him to stay and fuck me in the morning and 10 minutes before I had invited him to fuck my ass. I was so untrue to Tucker no matter how I colored it that I felt shame. I wanted to enjoy the afterglow of my night of oral sex and but had to think of how I was untrue to Tucker in my wishes. At the time I wasn't feeling guilt over my fetish for orally seducing men, but for the fact I might have given in totally to this young man through my own uncontrolled lust.

I wanted to rush Mark from the room, but I didn't have to. He was finding and putting on his clothes while I sat on the edge of the loveseat wishing he were gone. He came over and squat down in front of me and took his face in my hands and kissed me tenderly as I sat up to look at him.

"Thanks for the best night of sex I ever had. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, or probably will be."

From my sitting position he pushed me back with his hands on my biceps and kissed each of my nipples and then bowed between my legs and kissed my pussy. He slipped on his coat and was gone. I stayed in that position for the next 20 minutes, managing to wallow out of the self-pity and enjoy the afterglow of such a wild night. I still tasted his semen in my mouth, my clit hurt from being sucked so hard and my asshole was still wet from our juices.

Steven, I've written about a lot of other times I picked up men, but I'll keep them to myself until you do something with the ones you have. I still cheat on Tucker with your stories and the Carree and Billy, Carree Wilson stories you keep in your Pettybox archive, but that's all.

Be well,
Love, Pamela