It all started when I took off my thong in the car and waved it under his nose when I walked in the door.

Sexy slow dancing...strip tease as the heels, silk blouse, and bra hit the ground. The silk skirt stayed on.

Eventually, we ended up with me lying on the 60+ year old dining table, me with one foot on a chair and the other hooked around his thigh. My finger on my clit, him pounding me hard......my hair a halo around my head, his hands on my breasts....

me crying bloody murder, right in front of the window.

Yep, I needed that.

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Life is too short not to love and be loved....preferably multiple times in one night.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney