If there was a picture of the word sexy in the dictionary, it would be Lilly in that outfit. Lilly looked at herself in the mirror and asked her what ...she thought. Nikki said, “I think you look amazing. Your boyfriend is going to love to see you in that.”Lilly smiled, “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say. Only it’s for my girlfriend.”Nikki got even wetter learning Lilly liked girls. “I think your girlfriend would love it,” she said. Then she decided to take it a step further. “I know if my. They were having light conversation about the news, politics, weather, global warming, etc. Everybody was so happy and careless. ‘I can carry Angela if you get tired,’ Chris suggested. He didn’t want this magical atmosphere to come to an end and disappear. The slow flow of life in the town and the holiday spirit was surrounding them. From the next morning on they settled on a relaxing routine of taking walks by the seaside early each morning, coming back for breakfast then going back and lazing. I pull up the blinds so that I can be seen clearly. The Master better get comfortable because this is going to be a masturbation marathon. First I put on some music. My favorite Enigma CD will put me into the mood. Chanting monks. A girl breathing hard in the background. The entire album dedicated to the Marquis de Sade. That’s my kind of music. Too bad the Master can’t hear it. He would like it too. Watch me squirm and spread my legs, watch my hands roaming all over my body. I grab my slit and. Stories, that’s what I write. I write fiction, sometimes based on real life that comes out of the left side of my brain, somewhere towards the back. I write stories that I think are believable and use both my wife and editor to make sure there aren’t too many errors, even though I’m constantly reminded that I’m still using ‘your’ and ‘you’re’ incorrectly. Both my editor and my wife say that I should branch out to other categories and I’m working on that but it’s hard. I’ve been married three.