1. SOUND ADVICE--Part 1


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Romance, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.9, Source: sexstories.com

    said it all. I knew Ben only dressed up for work. Dinner was better than good—much better than the pizza would have been--and Lisa’s cousin was charming, but there was no connection—physical or otherwise--between us. I thanked her for her attention during the evening and she thanked me with a kiss on the cheek. Five minutes later I was back in my lonely house. However, I was sure that being there beat the hell out of where Gail and Paul were. CHAPTER 3 My life was—well, it was boring. I went to work, ate at our local diner or pizza joint, went home and sat alone either watching TV or checking out some porn on my laptop then I’d shower and go to bed, taking the time to spank my monkey two or three times a week. One thing I never did was worry about Gail. I had loved her completely, but that had ended when she conspired against me and tried to drug me. Wherever she was and whatever she was doing it was well-deserved. Then, about five months after that fateful day, my life changed big time—one hundred and eighty degrees from what it had been! I was in my office just after 10:30 checking the day’s receipts and preparing the bank bag for the night’s deposit while Sheila was out front cleaning up the lab area and making it ready for tomorrow. This was a procedure that Doc Tobin had instituted years ago and it worked so well that I had never seen any reason to change it. The characters changed depending on who was scheduled to work, but the procedure never varied. I was just about ...
    done when I heard Sheila enter. Having just locked the bank bag I looked up to find Sheila in tears. I was up and around my desk in a flash, wiping the tears from her face with my thumbs as I gently gripped her head. “Sheila, honey—what’s wrong?” She choked and gasped as I looked straight on into her eyes. Gail may have been a stone cold bitch, but she was right—I could see all the way into Sheila’s soul. Our faces were very close. It seemed completely normal when my lips brushed hers. Despite the brevity of our kiss I felt a jolt and I was pretty sure that Sheila felt it, too. “I’m sorry, Sheila. I shouldn’t have….” Her finger to my lips silenced me as she spoke. “Michael…you talk too much.” Then she gripped my head between her hands and mashed her sweet plump lips into mine—her tongue deep into my mouth. We pulled each other into a tight embrace and at that moment I felt that I never wanted to let her go. I did after about five minutes, pulling back about a foot before leaning in again. It was more passion than I’d felt in months. We were covered in spit when we finally broke from each other. “So…you going to tell me why you were crying?” Sheila rolled her eyes. “Men! You can be so thick sometimes, you know? Do you have any idea how I feel about you?” “I think I do…now. I’ll explain it to you later.” “How much later?” “After we’ve showered…after we’ve made love, hopefully more than once.” If I had any doubts they vanished when she leaned in for another kiss. We both laughed ...
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