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My Last Morning With Melissa
Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Extreme, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 82.2, Source: sexstories.com
cooled and the winters rains began to make the complex's sparse laundry less than comfortable, moving our wash day get-together to the small kitchenette in my apartment seemed as sensible to me as it was unthreatening to her. It was at that time I learned of her taste for cinnamon in her coffee and its acridly sweet scent still reminds me of her to this day. By January, our comfort and trust had grown to the point where we were sharing more than the passing erotic fantasies found in the shallow pages of dime store novels. Melissa confided in me her deeper desires and I, in turn, revealed my own sordid history of past sexual dalliances. Even then, I could not say there was a promise of anything between us more than the satisfying honesty of having someone with whom we could share such intimate thoughts. Deep in my heart though I could no longer deny how much I had come to want her. From the beginning, it was painfully obvious that Melissa was happy in her marriage and I came to silently despair that our conversations would remain nothing more than pure fantasy. The truth of it haunted me, because while it was equally obvious that as gentle a lover her husband was, there was a fire within her that he could not begin to comprehend. It was there though, hot and alive in her breast, and every time she spoke of raw passion I could see that longing, that emptiness, slowly eating away at her. It was a time that was as wonderful for me as it was frustrating. I thought of her ...