This year, I plan on writing 500. I’d like to thank Literotica for making a free site like this available to amateur writers, such as myself. Thank ...you, Literotica. Now, this big bash wasn’t my idea, no, not at all. It was the idea of my characters, yep, they all rattled around in my head wanting me to give them a party. They are such horny party animals. They are handling all the details, including the guest list, which is quite large. Since they are the people in my stories, they all wanted. "Anupam, you must be sick in the head. I am surprised that you refuse to recognize your own wife." The man she was with walked up to us as she spoke."Is everything alright?" He asked as he came up and stood beside us."Yes, everything is alright. I just ran into someone I knew and was getting reacquainted. I am really sorry to do this to you but I will not be coming back to the table, I have something really important to discuss not that I have run into him." She was planning on talking with me.. " she replied. "Why did you bring me up?" It was how she asked. Like she thinks there's something going on." So what? Blanca and her put us in the same room." I did not correct her on the fact that there were actually TWO rooms, which meant it was not the 'same' room.I wanted to avoid the subject entirely so I walked up her and put my arms around her waist. I looked into her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry. I didn't think, okay?"I kissed her softly, nothing more than a light touch. She put her. ?Faggot!? I shouted at him. ?Fuckin’ stupid cunt!? I punched him in the face once, drawing blood from his puckered lips. Turned on, I began driving my fists into this lean body, his stomach and chest, again and again, as if I were working out on a punching bag. He cried out, begging me to stop. ?Don’t ever fuckin’ try to bite me, fag,? I warned him. ?I could kill you and nobody would ever know.?He looked right at me. ?Aren’t you gonna kill me anyway,? he said. I took a fistful of his blonde.