Where You Least Expect
“Verna would spend all day sewing or sketching and he’d do whatever. Then, around dinnertime, maybe a little after, he’d call or come over and drag her to his place, where they’d share dinner, one that she usually prepared, her chiding him for the “totally illogical” way he’d set up his kitchen. At one point, she’d gotten fed up looking for something, and she’d spent three hours rearranging things to her satisfaction. But he hadn’t minded, because he’d had a chance to tease and stroke her, watch the fire of arousal light in her eyes as she’d tried to maintain her huffy exterior.
And then he’d gotten to make love to her right there in the middle of the kitchen. She still blushed when she looked at the spot on the floor where he’d stroked her with his tongue until she climaxed, an expression that made him want to do the same thing again and again.
In fact, he was still constantly surprised by how amazing sex with Verna was. It was dickish, he knew, but he’d kind of thought he’d be with h...er a few times, and then she’d be out of his system and then be free to move on, leaving him to do the same.MoreLess
And then he’d gotten to make love to her right there in the middle of the kitchen. She still blushed when she looked at the spot on the floor where he’d stroked her with his tongue until she climaxed, an expression that made him want to do the same thing again and again.
In fact, he was still constantly surprised by how amazing sex with Verna was. It was dickish, he knew, but he’d kind of thought he’d be with h...er a few times, and then she’d be out of his system and then be free to move on, leaving him to do the same.MoreLess
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