I knew immediately that Alisa wasn’t kidding when Charlotte said that she had been abused. She had been able to move all of her belongings into Alisa’s room in a single cardboard box. When I asked her if she wanted to stay somewhere else, she refused with a shake of her head. “Alisa… invited me
Celeste ended up giving me a massage that night. She had never done it completely naked before, but I enjoyed the feeling of her bare knees on my back. “Don’t ask me to do this for Crystal.” Celeste said, as she tugged at my arms. “I don’t think she would like it much.” “She liked
I barely even remembered what had happened between me and Celeste the night before. I woke up to find Alisa at my bedside. Without even realizing what I was doing I had her on the bed, fucking her raw. She was a little sore when we had breakfast together, but she was smiling and laughing
Alisa was exhausted by the time we returned to the hotel. She excused herself immediately and fell right asleep. I assumed she was still a little bit worn out from being homeless, and wondered whether it had been a good idea to take her out so soon. I left her alone and retired to my
I came home and worked on my book for about an hour or so before Crystal arrived at my doorstep. She was sweaty again, and breathing hard. Apparently she had run all the way here from the gym.”You were in that much of a hurry to get here?” I teased, as I open the door
Alisa was completely taken aback when I showed her to her room.”Wow.” She said. “Wow.”She sat at the desk and began scribbling in her journal. She stood up, walked around the bed, flopped on it, rolled over, curled up, then stretched, then sat up again, and then smiled.”I love it.” She breathed. She got to
I had dinner with Crystal that night. She came over looking her absolute best, and we spent the evening watching old black and white movies. She wasn’t the sort of person to have a lot of knowledge of such things, but she confessed to me after a couple of viewings that she really enjoyed them.We
I used to think I was an average guy. Hell, I still think that, sometimes, when I’m alone. But that’s happening less and less these days.I suppose that the way I view myself isn’t the way others see me. My normal routine, for most guys, is probably the ideal lifestyle. I’ve had no real responsibilities