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ASL Part 10

ASL Part 10
If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!The next day, I wonder if we’ll ever have a repeat performance. And it, and Paul’s dick, does arise at some point over the weekend. When the following day arrives, I don’t even feel like I’ve had sex. My muscles may as...

ASL Part 9

ASL Part 9
The next day, Paul was nowhere to be found. Perhaps it’s an early meeting. Either way, my horniness is like a second skin, patting me up and down. It may as well reach into my skull and slap my brain, rouse lurid thoughts and incite some action. I have to be sick to grab my laptop, walk toward the kitchen...

ASL Part 8

ASL Part 8
(Parts 1 through to 7) None of my attached or married friends discussed their sex lives in detail. Despite television shows indicating the opposite, marriage remained a rosy positive destination. Bad things happened, but humiliating spousal sex episodes weren’t part of the conversational package over...

ASL Part 7

ASL Part 7
“I’ve been waiting,” I said, sitting up in bed. He raised his eyebrows. “Aren’t you cold?” “Why don’t we…” I became mute. “Now?” He looks at his wrist watch. “I’m up for it,” I say, a little breathless considering I’ve spent much time toying my pussy. “What’s that...

ASL Part 6

ASL Part 6
(Previous installments can be read here) Back at home, I sat cross legged on my bed and stared at the laptop screen. There is a towel between my skin and the bed, and after much deliberation, I untuck the towel, let it fall and reveal my tits and waist to the web cam. I tap the mouse pad twice. I repeat the...

ASL Part 5

ASL Part 5
My mother is the type of woman who sacrificed much of her younger years working to buy her own home and furnish it anew. After my dad left her, she sucked up whatever resolve she had, and switched off. The fast and loose Seventies were blocked out. The alimony never came, dad emigrated to Australia and mum...

ASL Part 4

ASL Part 4
My ardor overruled the cloud of guilt. We couldn’t afford a glam hotel, but we did find a vacant toilet in the shopping mall. On the way to the mall, we barely spoke. In fact, I told him to shut up, not speak. He dug his right hand into his coat pocket, to minimize his hard-on. I rushed along with my...

ASL Part 3

ASL Part 3
Making myself as inconspicuous as I could, or deluding myself, I stopped and counted to five before I set off again, this time behind a couple of horny honeymooners. To think that I was once like that. Sorry, ‘we.’ Paul and I were once like that, linking arms and offering up our lips at every traffic...

ASL Part 2

ASL Part 2
Paul is a reasonably fashionable middle manager of medium height, neat dark brown hair and green eyes that receive, on average, two compliments a day. He crept into the living room and, on noticing me, dropped his briefcase. “Hey,” I yawned. After two years, we’d run out of work related...

ASL Part 1

ASL Part 1
While balancing on the wooden foot stool, I reach into the pantry and make contact with the sleek package. “A few hundred calories for my arse,” I say with a nonchalant shrug. Ever since giving up the cigarettes, I’ve tried to avoid the usual food traps. It’s the story of my life. Food. Fat....
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