myself.
I thought about going to visit him at the office but I know how he dislikes having his time being wasted. Maybe I could just go visit my old colleagues. I went. He wasn’t there. I however said hi to all the familiar faces, I saw his new assistant... she was everything I wasn’t I wondered if he’d been fucking her. Then I remember his policy. She looked a little over dressed for work. My god is that how I looked while I was trying to get his attention? I made a mental note to send a memo about appropriate work attire on my way back to my floor. Call me a hypocrite but I was only doing my job. I don’t need her trying to steal my man when I’d finally made a dent in our now developing and on track relationship.
Chapter 5
What happens in the mind
Veronica
Bill was having his way with me from behind rubbing my clit slowly, entering me slowly my face sunken into the sheets, hands behind my back as he held them in one hand and used the other to sink my back angling my ass perfectly for his dick. His thickness filling me. Plunging slowly I could feel him watching my body reacting as he nested himself deep inside me curling to my unborn children. I realised the breath I’d been holding the entire time as I adjusted to his width and length.
I woke from my dreaming to Jonathan shaking me softly and kissing my neck.
“You were making moaning noises in your sleep,” with that he disappeared beneath the sheets. I felt him slowly kissing down my stomach and to my navel, slowly circling his tongue, kissing down ward nibbling my mound through my cotton underwear, I sighed as a ripple of pleasure surged through me at the feel of his hot breath on my most sensitive area. He part my legs kissed my panty line licked each, he then kisses my inner tight and removed my underwear as he kissed down to my feet and made his way up. Slowly he traced my slit. His warm tongue had made me wet in that very nano-second. He parted, slowly he licked my juices, and tongue fucked me, slowly at first, and then circled my clit pressing the tip of his tongue to it. Thrusting my hips gently forward I held his head with one hand and my mouth with the other. I knew it was probably early in the morning; I looked over at the digital alarm clock 3:00. I was loud, I knew that. Biting my bottom lip I ran my fingers through his hair tugging so he knew I was enjoying him eating me out. It motivated him. He began a slow assault on the tiny pleasure button between my clit and hole. I kept thinking go, go, go, go . As Jonny ate his midnight snack and I came all over his mouth.
I laid panting my heart rushing and pussy pulsing as he climb up and allowed me the pleasure of sucking myself from his chin and lips. He entered me, stroked me buried his face beside mine and quietly, slowly penetrated me over and over again until we both orgasmed moaning my name, me rolling over and falling asleep.
***
I’d finally done it. I’d poured my soul out in Lust and temptation. I felt alive, I felt nervous I felt nauseated but I felt an emotional freedom on that stage. Emancipated and ready to take on anything, liberated. I felt like I was being watched, well of course you were being watched idiot by a crowd of almost 30 persons. I felt a familiar energy, one that intimidated me. I told Jonathan I’d finally done it. He’s gone with me before, but never heard me do a poem. “Babes that great!” he genuinely said. “Can I hear it?”
“It’s a new one, you’ve never read it. The rush is gone I probably can’t remember it” I made up an excuse because the moment he read or heard it he’d know I’d been lusting for a different man. He’d know that I wasn’t talking about him. The poems I’d written about him weren’t as good but they weren’t coming from the same place this one was. Plus he knew I was not very confident about performing in front of people especially him. I didn’t know how to show that side of me to any one