1. Carol - Part Nine


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: mike8253, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    It was early summer and Carol and I had finally slipped into somewhat of a normal daily routine. That doesn’t mean that there was less sex. In fact, I was actually getting a bit concerned about how often we were fooling around. No complaints. But I had work that needed to get done, and a semi-deadline of early September when I was to have some detailed outlines of my dissertation topic in the hands of my doctoral committee. I hadn’t been making much progress on those outlines since that first night of strip poker with Carol. I had been the first to suggest that we live together. Carol had a small apartment. I had a two floor, two bedroom apartment. She would save rent and could even have her own bedroom, although I conveniently never mentioned that possibility to her. Carol had repeatedly assured me that she respected my need to get on with my research and writing. Because of that, she thought it best that we continue to live in our respective apartments. No complaints. What I needed was time to myself to gather my thoughts and put pen to paper. A morning or afternoon of writing would not be sufficient. The task at hand would take whole days and sometimes a good part of the night. And, it wasn’t just the writing, editing, and re-writing. There were hours of reading and research required before organized thoughts and commentary could be reduced to writing. My plan was to grind it out during the week and maybe part of the weekend, and take some time on the weekends to rest, ...
    recuperate and refocus. Carol had started looking for work. To my surprise, despite a counseling opportunity in the local school system working with teachers, she had turned down the offer in order to work part-time in the college department from which she received her graduate degree. Working for one of her former professors, Carol would assist doctoral candidates as they worked their way through a maze of academic and writing requirements. In the meantime, although Carol may have indicated that she respected my need to have time to myself to do research and writing, she did not practice what she preached. As the early summer progressed, she interrupted my writing and research with an increasing need to be pleasured. Carol would often just appear at my apartment door and use her female powers of persuasion to get me to give up my work in favor of a few hours of sexual pleasure. If she stayed overnight, which was often, much of the morning would be spent fucking and sucking, thereby eliminating a portion of the day within which I might have accomplished some reading or writing. No complaints. Sometimes Carol would just undress and stand behind me while I tried to write, brushing her soft tits and hard nipples along the back of my head and neck and whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. Other times, as I tried to read or write, Carol would slowly undress in front of me, making it very clear that she wanted my dick in her hungry slit. Mmmm. Continue reading or writing, or slide my ...
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