She was an avid Sinatra fan. Original records, CDs, and films, she had it all. Her contemporaries found this strange. Steven didn’t judge. He would ...sit and listen with her. The sex had been the best she had known, but the time they spent out of bed together had been better. This was the first time she could remember having a comfortable, yet intimate relationship with a man. He could just be there with her. It was such a new and astounding feeling to have a man of her own.Except he wasn’t hers.. As I knelt there before him the doorbell rang. I tried to get up and grab my clothes. "Stay where you are, cunt." he ordered as he headed to open the door. I heard voices. It was the taxi driver.The door closed and he returned. Standing in front of me, he took his clothes off. He had shaven all the hair from around his penis. He took a step closer. "Lick my cock, slut." No, I don't do that. It's disgusting." He grabbed me by the hair. "I've warned you once, I won't do it again. If you disobey. This woman was of an age with Vanessa—inches shy of six foot to begin with, but boosted to Jared’s height with black stiletto boots. She was clad in ripped blue-jeans and a bustiere of sleek purple leather that thrust her ample breasts into prominence. Her skin was polished ebony and her jet-black hair a glossy train down her back. “As for you…” she said, taking a leisurely stroll around Jared to inspect him, “Vanessa assures me you’re perfect. Of course she only means that in one regard and. Thank goodness for masturbation!When I was around twenty, I started working for a big company. One of the guys in my department was a damned good creative writer after working hours, having sold several stories and books. When I told him I liked to write short stories, he expressed a keen interest in seeing them. The guys in my department all respected Bernie as a co-worker. He was (apparently) happily married (I met his wife; she was attractive!), had children, and was in his mid- forties. He.