Because you are still so important to me, your on-again off-again sex partner will try a few dates. Perhaps some of my new sex partners will teach me ...a few new tricks that will make you happier with me.________________________________________________________________________________________________ What a week, a date every noontime and another after work; thank goodness for the pill. Friday after work three guys from the office celebrated the end of the week, by chipping in for a. “Meadow, you need some clothes. Yours were nothing but rags when I found you. Let me see what I can find. I’ll get you some breakfast, also. Just sit there. I’ll be back soon.” I placed the blanket over her shoulders.I went down to the main room. The innkeeper was not there. I was met by a woman, who I presumed was his wife.“My Lord, are you ready for breakfast?” she inquired.“Yes, Mistress... ?” I answered in a questioning voice.“Beatrice, my Lord. I am the innkeeper’s wife. I will have your. ’ He turns and leaves. I groan low. It’s been two days since I started sleeping in Leo’s bed, and I doubt the pattern is going to change anytime soon. My only concern—and really, it’s nothing major—is that I still have no fucking clue what I’m doing. Less than no fucking clue. We call, we text, we have sex, and when we’re not having sex, he works and I write or we watch TV or drink. It’s a weird, comfortable pattern that I would be fine with if it had a label. Dating, Booty Call, Boyfriend. Carolyn got up to excuse herself and went to the bathroom. As soon as she left the room, Robert put his arm around Lydia and pulled her closer. His mouth came down on hers with a powerful kiss, Lydia's tongue instinctively slipped between Robert's thick lips, finding his tongue and carressing it. Robert's hand slid off Lydia's shoulder cupped her right breast. His hand was large and strong, but gentle. Lydia was beginning to heat up by the time Carolyn got back into the room. The.