I never knew what it was until I met Randy. Randy had a way to make me feel alive and gave me the attention that I was lacking at home. Over the past... eight months I have shared many intimate details with him and was never ridiculed in what I had to say. Our meeting was by chance because I placed a personal ad for a casual encounter and he responded to it. Choosing him was easy because of the soft spoken words and the intimate details he shared. As I park my jeep I am reminded instantly how. I breathed deeply. She smelled like peaches and oranges, and like sex. Intoxicated, I pulled her close, losing myself in her luscious mouth while Greg cradled my head, massaging my temples, my scalp. I only came up for air once, long enough to catch his eye, nodding, my smile inviting."I want you too, please?"We both watched, Trisha and I, while he removed his shirt, then his jeans. He was slender, his pale skin bathed in blue, then green, then red light, making him appear like a water color. He looked around nervously as he talked and spoke in a quiet voice, only mouthing certain words.He said the school paid to have most of the history of the area wiped off the internet, though a few things would inevitably pop up in a deep dive, like they usually do with the Great Firewall, which made me think of Bill Clinton having once said something to the effect of China’s internet censorship efforts being like trying to pin a glob of Jell-O to a wall using a hammer and nails...Jim said he’d. I told her, for now, as I get some tasks in order for you, I want you to leave your pussy alone for a week. Don't fuck Bill, no masturbating, nothing. She replied, Yes Sir. Now I realized what we were doing was wrong, but at the same time, who fucking cared. I was making Rachel wet and horny as fuck and I knew in the next two months, I would be back in town for a few days. So I was going to see how far it would go. We ended our chat that night and I got to work on some tasks for her. I let her.