I write a great deal of sex stories, stories about everything from futanari girls with massive cocks to the girl next door who can’t get enough of the neighbors cock. This one was inspired by the pic below and answers the question: what’s she waiting for?
I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry.
He had already told me that we couldn’t talk on the phone, no more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what set her off, the perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and I only spray it across my breasts.
But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.”