Angela had removed her shirt and bra. Her 40C’s bounced as they were released from their prison, and she sighed at the feeling of the cool air on he...r nipples as they went instantly hard. Unconsciously, her hand went to her right tit, tweaking the nipple. She stifled a ‘PEEP’ as the contact sent a wave of pleasure through her. She stood up and removed her shorts. She felt her panties and found them soaked, and she thanked her lucky stars that they had not got her shorts wet as well. She peeled. She was trying to seduce me. As a matter of fact. I always found her attractive, but never sexy. Also to be honest her breasts weren’t as big as some of my fantasy women. But I appreciated her effort.“Riya,” I called her. She looked at me as I spoke. “Let me be honest here. After hearing this if you want to call off our wedding. I can understand,” I said holding her hand.“I love to write sex stories. I have been writing for over a decade now. You see, I have been through some tough times in the. When he stepped out of the shower, he lay back down on the bed, pondering what he would say to her for a long time. Once again, when Max returned and came up the stairs, he didn't hear her. He was startled when he saw her come through the bedroom door. She looked different than usual. For starters, she was dressed differently than when she had fled earlier; she now wore one of those rain coats with the belt and buckles, one that only reached down to barely cover her ass. A black one. And were. More than that! She could hardly bring herself to believe it, but she found that she wanted to cause him some hurt. She wanted him to be feeling lonely and unloved. She wanted him to be frustrated and sad because she was denying him. Not unloved! Part of her brain rebelled against the thought. She did love him. But she suddenly felt a huge power in denying and potentially hurting him. She suddenly felt enabled to deny him, to act selfishly, to pander to her own thoughts and deeds and ignore.