"What do you want?!" she pleaded for the hundredth time, wanting desperately to scream the words a the top of her lungs, but daring not to."Sarah..." ...was the only reply, a voice sinister, yet gentle. Malevolent, yet loving. A voice who's hot breath Sarah could feel upon her ear, even though her pillow was pressed tightly against it."Go away," Sarah wept, shutting her eyes so tightly they hurt, "Either kill me, or just go away!"She surprised herself with those words. And the distant sound of. I asked her if she had taken his dick inside already and she just laughed in that way that told me to mind my own business and grabbed my dick real hard like she was going to do me some damage. I decided to play it cool and back off while this entire affair sorted itself out and scratched her off my list of things to do before falling asleep at night. It was probably for the better because it led me to discover my affinity for Asian females with the ability to drain my frustrations in varied. I don't know if you knew or not but I've been having lunch with Cindy fairly often since she — well, since she left you. I know how hurt you were but you do understand that she never stopped loving you, don't you?"I started to explode with my first thought: "Well, if she loved me so much, why did she throw her ring at me and tell me to give it away? Why did she insist on a divorce?" I realized I was clenching my fists and had half risen up.I leaned back with a sigh and relaxed. "Yeah, Mary, I. After collecting myself I knocked on the door and heard a voice say enter. In the room there he was, say 20ish with short cropped blonde hair, as it was warm he was only wearing a small towel and flip-flops. He had a hairless body, muscular but not overly developed and the most piercing blue eyes. "Yes," he said languidly nailing me to the wall with the eyes. He was foreign, Scandinavian at a guess and more than that seemed to exude sexuality in a way I had never experienced before. Suddenly.