MIlk is a BDSM/Hucow Romance. It can be found in its entirety at Fiction4Adults.

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Milk

Chapter 1

It was Friday. Lisa stood in her checkout line, ringing up patrons at the grocery store. Bored, she forced a smile at a particularly unpleasant man staring dourly at her. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” she asked.

“No!” said the man. He slid his credit card through the reader at her stand. With the receipt presented he snapped it from her hand and gave an insincere “Thanks.”

“He was pleasant,” said the next patron.

Lisa looked to the voice and saw a handsome man. He was tall, with close cropped, black hair and a swarthy complexion. Masculine to a fault, the man’s jaw was square and firm, his physique, in spite of his business casual attire, was intimidating. He was staring at her with full lips curved into a wry smile. She knew him as a regular but had never spoken to him beyond mild pleasantries.

“I’ve had worse,” she said, staring into his ocean blue eyes and feeling suddenly weak in the knees.

“I am sure you have.” He winked. “Some people take advantage of people like you.”

She began passing his groceries over the scanner. “People like me?”

“Ah, I am sorry. I should not have said anything.”

Smiling and feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Lisa was far from ready to let his comment drop. “No. Tell me what you mean.”

He looked around, at the customers behind him, and then back at her. Smiling, the man reached into the breast pocket of his sport coat and withdrew a business card. “May I borrow your pen?” After writing his cell phone number on the card he handed it to her. “Call me and I will explain. This is not the place.”

The remaining hours of her shift proved difficult. With the handsome man, whose name she learned was Roland, on her mind, each moment seemed an eternity. At long last, when her shift ended, she practically ran out to her car. There she sat and stared at the name and number on the card Roland had given her. Much as she wanted, however, Lisa was unable to bring herself to dial the number. Just as she made to insert the key into her car’s ignition, she saw him exiting the grocery store with a full cart. Fate, she decided, had sealed her into another meeting with the man. An instant later she was out of her car, walking hurriedly towards the large, black SUV he had only just stopped at.

“Back so soon?” Lisa asked as she approached.

Looking up and seeing her, Roland smiled. “I’m having a party tomorrow night.”

“Ah, and you like to spread out your shopping?” Lisa asked sarcastically, a wide grin on her face.

“Ah, so a bit of a mouth, too, eh?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Lisa asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?” She was now standing beside him as he began loading his groceries into the back of his SUV, head tilted ever so slightly, long hair blowing in the slight California breeze.

“It means you like sarcasm.”

“You said, ‘too’.”

He grinned. “Too.”

“And that means?”

“I pride myself in reading people, Lisa,” he said, staring at the name tag on her shirt. “And I have read something interesting in you. Something I rather like. It fits in well with my,” he smiled wryly, “erm, proclivities.”

“What did you read in me?”

“I read that you are a take charge sort of woman. You only take shit at work because you it’s part of the job. In spite of that you are a submissive girl. Very submissive.”

Reddening, Lisa shook her head. “I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you’re divorced. Probably you have had children. You got divorced, I am thinking, because your husband failed to appreciate you. He also never really understood your submissive nature. Most likely, he was too entranced with himself to notice.”

A chill washed over Lisa’s body. Never had anyone read her so well. Fighting the urge to cry, Lisa straightened herself. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“You still have a mark from the wedding ring. It’s left a permanent indentation on your finger. But the mark isn’t white, so the ring has been off for some time. I judge your age to be twenty years younger than me. I’m fifty, by the way. I’ve seen you interacting with people in the store. You are particularly good with children. You light up around them. So I am certain you have had children –two, maybe three. Were you not so young I would suspect you a grandmother.”

“You’re a scary fucking man, Roland.”

He finished packing the groceries in his car. Then he turned to her and offered a kind smile. “I am only scary because I am good at judging people’s nature. It’s what makes me good at my job. It sets people at ease. Well, unless I tell them the intricacies of what I glean.”

“What’s your job?”

“I sell technical services – IT security, communication and the like. There are a few other things in there, too.”

“Well, you are off about a few things.”

“Like what?”

“My age. I’m forty-five. I am divorced. I do have a child. One. And I am a grandmother.”

“Give me your phone number,” he said, pulling out his cell.

Lisa laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, Lisa. I am not kidding. I want to know you.”

“Hah! I thought you already knew me.”

“I know your nature. I’ve seen you in the store with kids and customers. I am a regular. You know that. I’ve seen you looking at me.”

Lisa blushed again. She had seen him on many occasions and thought him handsome. She had even wondered what it would be like to taste his skin and feel the warmth of his body against hers. “Yeah, I look at customers.”

“You don’t look at customers the way you look at me. You see who I am. Just as I see who you are. I know you need someone to take charge, to ease you from your worries, and to embrace the tears you so frequently hold back.”

Visibly shaken, Lisa opened her mouth to speak but found herself unable for the tears threatening to burst forth.

“It’s okay, Lisa. Now, give me your number.” His voice was soft and soothing, but there was a certain command that left her without resistance.

“Okay,” she said, and then slowly spoke her number.

“Thank you. I will call tonight. Will you be free around seven?”

Dazed, Lisa nodded.

“It will be good getting to know who you are. Goodbye for now, Lisa.”

“Goodbye,” she uttered. Then she turned and headed back to her car.

Putting her key in the ignition, Lisa stared out at the black SUV now pulling from the lot, wondering what had just taken place. Already she found the man irresistible. But he was frightening, as well. It was an odd juxtaposition. Then she began wondering if he would actually call, even as she knew he would.

After returning home and running the gauntlet of family members living in her townhouse, Lisa made way to the bedroom. There she removed her clothes, put on a light dress and flopped on her bed to stare up at the ceiling and daydream about Roland. Frightening as he was, there had been something entirely soothing about him. “Weird,” she muttered.

Her shift had ended at three. It was now slightly after four o’clock. The three hours before he was expected to call would be never ending unless she found something to occupy her time. With that in mind Lisa slipped a movie into the disc player beside the flat screen television residing on her dresser. She was asleep soon after.

The ringing phone woke her from a deep slumber. Caller ID told nothing but the number. But she knew who it was. Even so, she forced herself to wait for the next ring before picking up. When she answered her voice was trembling and she was fighting tears. .

“You sound sleepy,” said the warm, baritone voice.

“I took a nap.”

“Then I am guessing the rest of your day, at least until now, went well?”

Lisa laughed. “Yeah. Until now. It’s good to get in a nap here and there.”

“So, tell me about yourself, Lisa.”

Lisa laughed again. “You seem to know a lot about me already. What can I tell you?”

“What is your favorite modern movie?”

“I like lots of movies.”

“Then tell me the movie most likely to move you to tears.”

“That’s a long list.”

“Then you do cry a lot. Don’t you?”

“How did you know?” she asked, unwilling and unable to fight back her tears any longer.

“I’ve seen you with customers. Good things and bad things appear to move you more deeply than others might be moved. You had to fight back tears when you spoke to me today. Didn’t you?”

Lisa nodded into the phone. “A little.”

“Is that because you felt exposed?”

“Do you have a camera in my head?”

Roland chuckled. “No. But I do share a common thread that allows me to see things others would not.”

“Then tell me,” Lisa said, sniffing, “what is our common thread?”

“We both need someone to care for. We both want someone to care for us,” said Roland. “But your care is different than mine. You need someone to actively take charge and make you feel like a woman. I need one who can actively submit and make me feel like a man.”

“Oh, so you are one of those.”

“Emphasis on the ‘are’, eh? Care to explain what you mean.”

“You’re into the whole bondage and dominance and submission thing.”

“I am. But, unlike your ex-husband, I am honest about it. I am also not a taker. I am a giver.”

Lisa bit her lower lip, then stretched out her sleep and moaned. “What makes you think my husband was dominant?”

“Submissive women tend to find men who take charge, even without intention. I would even go so far as to guess your first boyfriends were horribly domineering. Probably, early on, you sought out people with dominant traits. But, I would guess, you confused dominant with domineering. It’s fairly common,” Roland explained. “Regardless, no one you’ve been with was able to bring out the true you. I am sure you tried to let that girl out. Probably you did. At least, part of that was released. It was probably used against you, too. Only you didn’t realize it until it was too late.”

All he said was uncomfortably on target. It made her nervous and excited. “Okay. I’ll give you that. I am submissive. My ex-husband was dominant, but not giving in any way. Unfortunately, I was taught you do what your husband tells you to do. That’s what I did. A lot of good it got me.”

“Am I right about your first boyfriends?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Lisa became suddenly angry. “Is there anything else – any other part of my life you want me to rehash?”

“I didn’t want you to rehash anything, Lisa. You asked what our common thread was. It led here.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “I guess you’re right. I’m sorry I got miffed.”

“There is a word you don’t hear often,” Roland said, chuckling. “Now, tell me your favorite movie.”

“My favorite movie is Casablanca.”

“Good flick. What’s your favorite book?”

“That’s impossible to say. I have read too many good books.”

“Then you are a reader, eh?”

Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Books are my best friend. So, yeah!”

“Okay. Let me tell you about me. After, assuming you still like me, we will set up a date.”

“Oh, my lord! You are so not a time waster, are you?”

“I already know I want to get to know you. The only question is whether you want to know me.”

Lisa, who was wrapping her hair round her index finger while chewing at her lip, snorted. “I want to get to know you, Roland.”

“Well then, when is your next off day?”

“I’m off next Friday and Saturday.”

“Then I will pick you up Friday morning around ten. If all goes well I will bring you home Saturday night, around nine.”

“The fuck? Are you for real?”

“You’re assuming I intend sexual relations. I do not. I intend a night with no end. We enjoy the day and night, sleep where we fall, and wake when we wake. Our only time limit will be to get you home so you can be rested for the next day of work.”

“For real?”

“For real. I promise.”

Lisa nodded. “Okay. We can do that. But everyone – I mean everyone – is going to know where I am and what I am doing. They are going to know your address and everything. And I will check on all that tomorrow.”

Roland chuckled. “I will text you my address when we get off the phone.”

“Yeah, and I will meet you outside your place. You better bring some mail addressed to you, too.”

“Consider it done.”

They continued speaking for the next two hours, gradually exposing more of their inner workings to one another. Stories were shared, and Roland told a few terrible jokes. By the time Lisa forced herself to say goodbye it was beyond time for bed.

“I have an early shift,” she explained. “I’m one of the few lucky ones with a set shift. Not my days off. That’s all over the place. But my hours are always the same.”

“Fair enough. Now, just so you understand, I have my party tomorrow night. I am not likely to call you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to call.”

“Why are you telling me that? It’s not like we’re an item.”

“Because, Lisa, you are a worrier. Don’t ask how I know. It will sound rude. I do not want to be offensive.”

But Lisa was unable to let it go, and for the next several minutes she demanded to know how he knew she was a worrier.

“Lisa, I really do not want to tell you!” he iterated. “Please, it will sound terrible. And I like you. I want to see you, get to know you. My answer will make you uncomfortable, at best - angry at the worst.”

“I can take it, Roland. Now tell me!” she demanded.

“All right. But you were warned.”

“I’m waiting.” Her voice sounded like an impatient mother.

“I can tell you are a worrier by the way you carry your weight.”

“Meaning?”

“See? You’re pissed already.”

Lisa was not upset. She did, however, find his comment interesting and wanted to know more. “Finish the answer, Roland.”

“Fine.” There was a short moment of silence during which Lisa could hear the man breathing. Finally, he said, “Women, in particular, who worry, tend to put on extra weight around their belly. That’s how I know.”

Lisa laughed. “You thought I didn’t know I was fat?”

“Wow!”

“Look, I know my faults. I see my crow’s feet, and I know I’m not the prettiest girl out there. I also know I’m fat.”

“I wouldn’t call you fat, Lisa.”

“I don’t actually call myself fat. I say that I am soft, pleasantly plump, or chunky.”

Roland laughed. “Okay, parts of you are soft.”

“I’m fifty pounds overweight, Roland. That’s me being soft. I’m just glad I carry it well. All except for that damned belly. And, yeah, I am a worrier.”

“You aren’t upset?”

Laughing, Lisa told him she wasn’t.

“I’m relieved.”

“You won’t be. The next time we talk I am going to ask a lot of questions about your private life.”

Roland offered a mock gulp of despair. “Be gentle with me,” he begged. “Please, please, don’t throw me in the briar patch!.”

“Oh, shut up, you big dork. And call me tomorrow.”

“I explained, I will be busy.”

“Roland, you like me. Right?”

“Right.”

“I like you, too. So far. If you manage, against all odds, to land me as a girlfriend you will get to live out some amazing fantasies. There are few things off the table for me. Truly. I am sure that makes me an extremely rare unicorn,” she told him. Then her tone became almost stern. “I will also say that I am probably the lowest maintenance woman you will ever find. That is, once you land me. Until then, however, you had better be ready for some high maintenance care. I don’t just want attention – I demand it. So, if you do want to land me – and I am pretty sure you do – you had better call me, and call me often. Otherwise, you can take your happy ass back to the grocery store and shop around.”

“You’re awfully demanding for such a submissive woman!” Roland chuckled.

“Yup. That’s me. For now.”

Roland laughed. “I will call. Count on it.”

“Good. Now say goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Roland. It was very pleasant talking to you.”

Lisa released the call and rolled over, sighing as she clutched the phone to her chest. Then, with a lilt in her step, she left the bedroom and went downstairs for dinner.

Next day. It was nearing five o’clock in the evening when she heard from Roland. He was readying for the party, which was due to begin at seven. To her surprise he wanted her join him. “It would be quite pleasant to have such a lovely and vivacious woman at my side,” he told her. “That is, unless you are busy?”

Lisa looked down at the nightgown she was wearing already and chuckled. “Lovely, eh?”

“You do not see yourself as lovely?”

“I’m a realist, Roland. I’m forty-five years old. I’m fifty pounds overweight. I don’t look bad, and I know I have a great smile. Otherwise, I am pretty average.”

“You do yourself a disservice, Lisa. I think you are quite lovely.”

“Do I fit in well with your proclivities?”

Roland laughed. “I think we are a good fit with each other’s proclivities.”

It was Lisa’s turn to laugh. “I don’t have proclivities that don’t revolve around taking care of my family and earning rent. You, on the other hand, seem to have the luxury of having proclivities.”

“You either like that word or you hate it.”

“What I enjoyed, and found off putting, was you trying to make yourself sound mysterious. Or maybe you were trying to make yourself sound scary. I don’t know which.”

“She sees through me so well.” Roland mused aloud.

“If you hadn’t used the word proclivities I might have walked away. You came off so pretentious and forceful. But I like people with vocabularies. So, you’re lucky.”

Roland chuckled. “I’m glad you like words. It indicates intellect. And the way you conduct and carry yourself speaks volumes. I think you are not so shallow as most of the women I have dated.”

“How were they shallow?”

“I want to be with someone I can enjoy physically and mentally. But if there is not an emotional connection, and if the intellects do not match up and the personality is not strong, I have no interest.”

“That’s an explanation of what you want. It isn’t an explanation of how they were shallow.”

The woman was anything but slow. He liked that. “They were mostly what is called a bottom. In essence, they were about the physical. They weren’t interested in emotional connection, and they certainly weren’t into intellectual endeavors. Neither were they into submitting emotionally.”

“They wanted to fuck and not much else. That’s what you’re telling me.”

“Well, yes. But more than that, every sexual encounter had to involve bondage, sadism, and other sorts of kink. They rarely wanted to make love or simply enjoy my company. If they were in the room we were fucking. Yeah, it’s fun. But it certainly doesn’t hold my interests.”

“Ah. Then what you are saying is that, while you enjoy and want the more exotic sort of play, you want a deeper connection.”

“I want a…hmmm…I want an exotic relationship.”

“That’s an interesting way of putting it. I like it.”

“It’s the only way I know how to put it, really. I mean, I can go into specific details about my varying and changing needs and wants. But what person interested in a real relationship wants a laundry list?”

“Yes, checking the boxes can be tedious.”

“So, the only reason you didn’t walk away was my talking about ‘proclivities’, eh?”

“Well, no. I liked your demeanor. But it is off putting. And I think you were definitely trying to sound mysterious or dangerous.”

“It’s sort of the way I do things. I don’t know why. But - wait, are you being truthful?”

“About what?”

“About my use of the word ‘proclivities’ being the only reason you didn’t walk away.”

Lisa, always quick to cry, forced back a tear. It was always so when she felt exposed, and she did so at the moment. “Pretty much.”

“You don’t lie well, Lisa. I like that.” There was a short silence, after which Roland asked her to tell him the real reason she didn’t walk away.”

Unable to fight back tears, Lisa sniffed. “I would rather not.”

“Then I won’t make you.”

Feeling challenged, Lisa guffawed. “Hah! You won’t make me?”

“No. I won’t force what is not mine.”

“Fucker! How did you know I was lying?”

“I listen, Lisa. Now, will you join me at the party? I would very much like to have you over.”

“Okay. I’ll come over. But I can’t stay late. My shift starts at seven.”

“Good. I will text you my address. And, I will show you a few bills so you can see it’s really my house.”

“I couldn’t walk away,” Lisa blurted.

Roland was quiet for a moment before asking her to confirm what she meant.

“What I mean, is that you have a commanding presence. It demands attention. But there is a gentleness to you. That’s what I mean. I couldn’t walk away from that. Then you told me to give you my number. I just couldn’t say ‘no’. Yeah, ‘proclivities’ was part of it. But it was also you.”

Chapter 2

Thursday night, as Lisa stepped out of the shower, she reviewed the happenings of Roland’s party. He had dressed in a casual but dapper pair of black slacks. His shirt, buttoned to the neck, was white and lacked a collar. He stood out amongst his crowd of friends, both in dress and in stature. For the man was tall, his shoulders wide, and his chest deep.

The entire night, he had been attentive and kind to her, seeing to her every need. There had been a few hints of control, but it had been gentle and without force. Too, he had made clear to all attending that he had staked a claim on her. But even that was done subtly, without machismo or hint of ego.

“I am a bit of a flirt,” he had admitted to her. “But, and do remember this, everyone here will know where my interest lies. There will be no question.” He was true to his word. No woman confused his flirtations for interest, and they all treated her well.

To her surprise, she enjoyed watching him flirt. He did so with everyone, man and woman, without prejudice. He was funny and charming, telling short, tasteful jokes and regaling all with amusing stories. But he was always attendant to her, stealing brief moments from his company and giving them to her.

At night’s end, when she took leave, he walked her out, a gentle hand in the small of her back. “It has been wonderful being with you, Lisa,” he said as they walked. “I’m glad you came over. I hope you’re glad, as well.” Then he leaned down and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve enjoyed the party, Roland. Most of all, I have enjoyed your company. But you aren’t getting away that easily.”

Roland appeared confused for a moment. But as her left hand slid up the front of his chest and wrapped round the back of his neck, he understood. Seconds later they were firmly embraced in each other’s arms, kissing as deeply as was possible. When they parted there was silence, each gazing into the eyes of the other with a slight smile.

“I’ll see you Friday,” she whispered.

As she pulled away, she could see him standing there, watching as she drove off. He was still there in her mind’s eye.

Drying off, Lisa put on her nightgown. He would be calling soon, she was sure. Though not because of a set time. Because he had done so every night since, putting her to bed with a warm smile on her face.

That night, following his call, Lisa slept fitfully. He would be there to pick her up at ten in the morning. Unless she said otherwise he would not bring her back until Saturday night. He had told her to wear sneakers, jeans, and a comfortable shirt. “But do bring a change of clothes. I intend on taking you to a nice restaurant for dinner,” he had told her. “Otherwise, bring nothing.”

When at last the doorbell rang, Lisa, having been terribly anticipatory, was close to tears. Waiting with her was her daughter, Michelle, and son-in-law Billy. Both were quite eager to meet the man who was putting a consistent smile on their mother’s face.

Barely able to move, Lisa directed her daughter to open the front door, while she quickly checked her outfit. Upon opening the door, Michelle was greeted by a smiling Roland, whose large frame seemed to eclipse the morning’s sun.

“Hi. You must be Roland?” asked Michelle.

“And you must be Michelle,” Roland said, reaching out to shake her hand. He was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and sneakers, just as he had directed of Lisa. “And you are every bit as lovely as your mother claimed.”

Dressed equally casual, Michelle blushed. “Thank you.” She curtsied and giggled. “Come on in. Mama will be right out.”

Roland stepped in and was greeted by Billy. They shook hands and then sat down on the couch, making pleasant small talk.

“Come on, Mama! Your boyfriend is here!” yelled Michelle, a wide grin on her heart shaped face.

Lisa stepped out of the downstairs bathroom wearing a blue sun dress and sneakers. “He isn’t my boyfriend!” she chastised. “Why do you have to be like that, Michelle?”

“You only have yourself to blame, Mama!” Michelle giggled.

Standing when she came out, Roland took in the vision that was Lisa. He smiled, and then shook his head. “You look quite lovely, and the dress is quite fetching.”

“Fetching?” Michelle asked, mockingly. “Pray tell, were you born in the eighteen hundreds?”

Roland turned to her and smiled. “I see you are every bit the mouth your mother is.” Then he turned to Billy and winked. “Take control of your woman, man!”

“Oh, I see why she likes you, Roland,” Michelle chuckled.

“Quiet!” Billy chided. “Sit down and behave. Don’t make me get the belt!”

Michelle gazed at her husband in mock fear, putting the back of her hand to her mouth as if her very life were in jeopardy. Then she sat down beside him. “How dare you!” she said, looking away haughtily before laughing at herself.

Lisa stepped to where Roland was standing and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “Where is it we’re going today?”

Roland stepped back and took her in again. “I thought I told you to wear jeans. What’s with the dress?”

Lisa shrugged. “The only pair of pants I own are my work pants. Otherwise I have dresses.”

“I like that.”

“Good. Because you won’t get my ass into pants otherwise.”

Michelle, now playing with her brown hair and staring at Roland with big grin, asked, “So, what are your intentions with my mother, oh ye of ancient speak?”

“I plan on taking her for a light hike at Griffith Park. I have no idea what I will do with the body. I didn’t bring a shovel,” Roland replied, his right eyebrow cocked and lips curled into a broad grin. “Maybe I will bring her back. Maybe I won’t. You will have no clue until I return for the rest of you.”

“Don’t say things like that,” Lisa chastised. “I don’t like it!”

“Well,” Roland started over, “I plan to take her for a light hike at Griffith Park. After that we are going to hit Pinks. After that we are going to hit Santa Monica for a walk on the beach. We might even ride the Ferris wheel at the pier. We will have dinner at the ‘Stinkin’ Rose’. Then I will take her back to my place, where we will fall asleep talking. In the morning I will make her eggs benedict. The rest of Saturday will be up to her. I do have a few ideas, though, should she prefer my guidance.”

“Wow! You have it all planned out,” mused Michelle. “Your turn, Bill.”

Billy smiled. “Be sure to have her home before midnight tomorrow night or I will throw a pumpkin at you.”

“Good boy,” said Michelle.

Roland shook his head and then turned back to Lisa. “Are they always like this?”

“Always,” Lisa said. “They never stop.”

He nodded. “Get your bag and let’s get going.”

Thirty minutes later, and after a pleasant drive, Lisa and Roland stepped out of the car in a large parking lot. Then they began their walk.

“Michelle is every bit as beautiful as you,” Roland mused. “Really, she is your spit and image.”

“You’re such a liar. She is way prettier than I am!”

“I hope you don’t get offended easily Lisa. You are a fool.”

She laughed. “What?”

“That you cannot see your own beauty is ridiculous. You must be a fool not to see it. Or perhaps your eyesight is that poor?”

“I know how I look. I know I’m okay looking, and I know I have a great smile. But I am not beautiful. And I certainly don’t have the figure she does.”

“She does have a lovely figure. I will give you that,” Roland agreed. “But you are every bit as lovely as she. Maybe more so. You have character in your eyes that she lacks.”

“It’s called crow’s feet,” Lisa retorted with a snort. “It comes with old age.”

For a long while the pair walked and talked on the gravel and dirt paths that stretched throughout the park. At long last they came to a rest, sitting on a large stump left over from a tree that had been cut down.

“Water?” Roland asked, offering up a clear liter bottle.

“I never noticed you even had water.”

“Yup. I carry it everywhere. It’s a must, you know.”

Lisa took the bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a long swig. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about bringing water.”

“I would venture to guess you didn’t bring sunscreen, either?”

“Fuck. I am so gonna burn.”

“Worry not,” he said, offering a small spray can of sunscreen he had been carrying in his pocket. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She smiled, admiring his easy demeanor and handsome features as she began applying sunscreen. “This is nice.”

Roland looked up at the sun. It was nearing noon, he could tell. He looked back at her, leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I was thinking of something your daughter said.”

“What’s that?”

“When she called me your boyfriend.”

“She’s a snot.” Lisa laughed. “I raised a snot. But she is right about it being my fault.”

“I know we’ve only been out once together. Well, you came to my party. I guess that wasn’t a date. Regardless, we have spoken every night since. I feel quite close to you already.”

“What are you saying?” Lisa gave him a hard look. Already tears were at the ready.

“How often do you cry?”

Tears sprang forth. Embarrassed, Lisa was quick to wipe them from her cheeks. “Almost every day. I’m emotional.”

“I like that. You aren’t afraid of showing your tears, then?”

Lisa shook her head. The release had been short and her eyes were dry but for a lingering dampness. “I don’t much have a choice, really. They tell me I am way too emotional. I think they aren’t emotional enough.”

“Don’t hide them from me, Lisa. Let them flow when they are ready. Please. I want nothing hidden.”

Lisa again felt tears. This time she didn’t hold them back. “My lord, you are so dreamy. How can anyone be this way?”

“While I will admit I rarely cry, I am just as emotional. That you cry so often might be a sign of holding things to close to the vest. Perhaps if you allowed the tears to flow you would actually cry less?”

Nodding, Lisa leaned over and kissed him on the lips. It was short, but tinged with emotion. “Maybe.” She pulled back and wiped at her tears. “I think I’m done. Now, what were you going to say?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Liar! You remember everything. I can tell!”

Roland laughed. “And you see right through me.”

“I do. Now say what you were going to say.”

“I was going to say that I would very much enjoy it if we were a couple. I hesitate to say ‘girlfriend’. It sounds so childish. But that is what I want of you. I want to be with you. I don’t want to date anyone else. I don’t want you to date anyone else, either.”

“Wow! You don’t think that’s sudden?”

“It’s absolutely sudden. But I care for you greatly. I realize it’s ridiculous, but I have seen into you these past several nights. I’ve watched you in the market, and seen how you deal with people.” Roland paused and looked up at the sun. He glanced around and then back at her. “Forget it, Lisa. I know it’s too soon. Perhaps in a few weeks, when you know me better.”

Lisa stared at him, her lips curled into a slight but affectionate smile that barely revealed her perfect teeth. “No, Roland. It’s not too soon. I would like to be your girlfriend.”

Roland smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Then we are officially a couple.”

“Then give me a real kiss, damn it!”

He adjusted his posture, turning so he faced her better, shook out his arms and cleared his throat before shaking out his arms again as he worked his head back and forth and all around.

“What the Hell are you doing?”

“Loosening up..”

“For God’s sake!’ she exclaimed, laughing at his silly antics. Then she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply. When they parted she sighed. So did he.

For the next hour they roamed the paths of the park in relative silence. Hand in hand they traversed through the old zoo, commenting on the many movies in which it had appeared. Then they found a secluded spot in the shade, just inside an old animal enclosure, where they sat down facing each other and resumed talking.

“So, we’ve talked about almost everything, Lisa. I know a lot about you. What I don’t know is what’s weird about you. Tell me something weird or embarrassing others don’t know.”

Lisa smiled. Then she blushed. “Okay. You would find out about this eventually. But you have to promise you won’t think it’s gross.”

“That’s ridiculous! How can I promise I won’t think it’s gross before you tell me?”

“I know. That’s a stupid thing to ask.” She looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she shook her head. “I can’t. It’s too weird.”

“Now you must tell me, woman! And remember, I have ‘proclivities’ that probably make your weird look boring.”

“Oh, we need to talk about that. I mean, I don’t know what you expect from me. I don’t really know what to expect from you, either.”

“Are you open minded about exploring our relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you submissive?”

“Yeah.”

“Then don’t worry about it. My fetishes, such as they are, frequently change according to my partner. I don’t really have anything set in stone.”

“Bullshit. You have certain things you want. So, don’t give me that!”

“True. What I mean is that I like to please my woman. If you don’t like getting spanked I won’t want to spank you. The main thing I want is control. I also want the ability to feel free to express what I want without condemnation. Especially without condemnation. Otherwise the relationship is doomed.”

“You know, I understand that. I remember when I asked my ex-husband to do something different and he thought I was a sicko for it. I was really gun shy after that. ”

“That is ever so detrimental. Any relationship should contain willingness to please. You should be able to put the other first. That doesn’t mean failing to express your wants. And if you don’t want what your partner wants you should still be willing, even if only occasionally, to do it.”

“Exactly!”

“So, can you be submissive to me?”

“That I can do.”

If I were to ask for something you found outlandish or gross, but not wrong, could you indulge me?”

“If you didn’t go crazy with it, yeah.”

“Then we are on the same page.”

“So, do you want to spank me?”

Roland grinned. “Oh, but I do. So much.” He winked. “Do you want to be spanked?”

“No. But I like it anyway.”

“I like that.”

“You would.”

They laughed.

They were quiet for a long moment, both staring at each other affectionately. Roland leaned forward and held out his hand. Lisa took it. Then they leaned in and kissed.

“So, what is this weird thing you were going to tell me?”

Lisa blushed and rolled her eyes, grinning as she did so. “Okay. I will tell you. But you have to promise – shit - never mind. I’ll just tell you.”

“Good.” Roland leaned back against the side of the old animal enclosure where they sat and crossed his arms.

“I have a lactation issue.”

“You don’t like when women lactate?”

“Shut up.” Lisa rolled her eyes, blushing. “Okay. So, ever since my daughter, I have a tendency to lactate.”

“So, after your pregnancy ended you continued making milk?”

“Yes. Not in large quantities. I just leak from time to time.”

“Sounds annoying.”

It is. But it’s worse than that. Though, it did sort of help things out with the baby.”

“Baby?”

“Let me start from the top.”

“Do.”

“I got pregnant at fifteen years old. About two months before Michelle was due I started producing milk. Which, by the way, is weird. My breasts got huge. When I first got pregnant my breasts were a large ‘B’ cup. I’m a small ‘D’ or large ‘C’ now, depending on how fat I am.”

“You’re not fat.”

“Shut up and let me finish. This is hard. It’s embarrassing.”

He grinned and motioned for her to continue.

“Anyhow, I ended up, while I was breastfeeding, a double ‘F’ cup. It was ridiculous. Yeah, I looked amazing – like a sex goddess. I had big round hips – just like now – and a tiny waist. Even after giving birth. But my breasts were huge.”

“I’m picturing it now.”

Lisa leaned forward and smacked his thigh. “Do you want to hear this?”

Roland zipped his mouth shut and grinned.

“So, after she was done nursing my boobs got smaller - to the size they are now. But I never completely stopped producing milk. Not that I could feed a baby. I just had little squirts here and there. Here is where it starts to get weird. Ever since, if I head a crying baby – even on television – I leak milk. Sometimes, my breasts actually hurt and I make more milk than usual. Even better,” she smiled and reddened slightly, “if I’m around a crying baby for any length of time – longer than a few hours - my breasts swell up with milk. I’ve even had to pump, on occasion. Basically, I am a milk factory waiting to happen.”

“Okay. That is weird, but not unheard of. It certainly isn’t gross.”

“Tell that to my ex-husband.”

“He didn’t like it, I take it?”

She waved a dismissive hand. “Not at all. He thought it was gross.” She held out a hand to quiet him when he started to speak. “Here is where the weird really takes over. You’re going to love this bit of bullshit.” Lisa took in a deep breath, smiled and shook her head in disbelief. “When my daughter had her son, Michael – he’s two years old – she was unable to produce milk. Well, she lives with me, and when the baby cried my body reacted. Well, it got worse and worse. Finally, I gave up on denying what was going on and started pumping to ease the pain. I told her about it eventually. Since it didn’t make sense to just throw it away, we started feeding it to him in a bottle. I finally gave up on the pumping and just started nursing him. So, yeah, in a bit of weird, I nursed my grandson.”

“Wow. And how old is he?”

“He’s two.”

“How long…”

“A year. I breast fed him for a year.”

“And your breasts?”

“Yup, I was huge.”

They sat in silence for a few moments, Roland gazing up at the enclosure’s ceiling, a big grin on his face. “How big were they?”

Lisa rolled her eyes and laughed. “A double ‘F’ cup. I told you, huge. I’m like a fucking cow.”

“How tall are you?”

“Five three.”

“I would almost pay to see that.” He shook his head and grinned, looking her in the eyes. “No, I would pay to see that.”

“Prick!”

“Yeah. A little bit.”

“Okay, now you tell me something weird or embarrassing.”

“Wait. You were supposed to tell me something others don’t know. You daughter, and I am sure your son-in-law, know about you lactating and feeding Michael.”

“They don’t count as others. They’re family. Besides, I did tell you something others don’t know.”

“You did?”

Lisa smirked. “They don’t know I still lactate like a fucking cow. They also are completely oblivious to the fact I make milk around hungry and crying babies. No one knows any of that, except for you.”

“Have you ever been around any other hungry babies for any length of time? I don’t mean just at the market or in passing. I mean for long periods.”

“Yeah. I used to moonlight, so to speak, at a daycare place when I worked the nightshift at the market. That was before I was able to go full time.”

“Did that have an effect on you?”

“I quit because of it. It was just way too many babies crying way too often.”

“How bad did it get?”

“Bad enough I had to pump. That made it worse, of course.”

“How so?”

“The more you pump, the more milk you make. So, while it eased the pain and pressure, it didn’t help with the milk production. I just made more.”

“Bigger breasts?”

“Yeah. It was Hell.”

Roland chuckled. “I kind of want to get you around babies, now.”

“Fuck you! It’s your turn, now.”

“Okay. Let’s see…something weird or embarrassing…”

“Don’t act like you don’t have something on your mind, Roland. Don’t even!”

Roland smiled and shook his head. “You’re a forceful little one, aren’t you?”

“So forceful. You don’t even know! Now spill those beans before I spill your guts.”

“Okay. Well, I don’t consider much weird or embarrassing. But I do have a particular hang up that can get in the way.”

“What is it?”

“Dirty feet.”

Lisa laughed. “Dirty feet?”

“So, you know how some people have foot fetishes?”

“Yeah.”

“I have an anti-foot fetish. I hate feet. I’ve only met one or two women with feet I would not call unattractive. Most, in my esteemed opinion, have ugly feet. Where it gets weird is that I stare at them like a rubbernecker at a car crash. But if they’re dirty, too – lordy me - I cannot stop thinking about them. It throws me off so bad I can’t keep a hard-on. It’s really a horrible thing. But I can’t seem to shake it, nor can I do anything about it.”

With an evil and a deep throated laugh, Lisa kicked off her shoes and ripped off her socks, wiggling her toes as she displayed them in ruthless fashion. “What about my feet? Do you like my feet?”

“I don’t like any feet. Now put your damned shoes on before I cut them off!”

Persisting, Lisa slid forward and stuck a foot in his face, still wiggling her toes as she laughed. “But my feet are cute,” she said, still laughing.

Just then, Roland’s hand shot out and grabbed her ankle. His face took on a serious expression and his voice became quiet. “You are going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

Shocked, eyes wide and filled with excitement, Lisa nodded. Then she lifted her other foot to display it. “You have no idea.”

“I foresee many spankings in your future.”

“I see your hand falling off.”

Roland pushed her feet aside, came forward and kissed her full lips. When they broke, he smiled at her, ran a finger down her cheek and said, “If you do that again, I will spank you when we get to my place. It will hurt. You will cry.”

Lisa stared at him as he leaned back, eyes hard but filled with passionate excitement. Then she grinned and stuck her foot at him another time, mirthfully laughing as she dared him with her eyes.

This time Roland was not so gentle. He grabbed her ankle and pushed it out, rotating her body so she was sideways to him. With his hand in the nape of her neck he pulled her to him so she was angled over his lap. Her slight whimper was anything but upset. It was fear and excitement, all in one brief exclamation. There, as she lay across him without resistance, he lifted her dress and exposed her pink panties and white bottom.

“Is this what you want?”

“It’s what I want from you,” she said, adding, the challenge, “If you’re man enough!”

Roland laughed, grasped her panties and yanked them so they bunched between the cheeks of her ass, further exposing her pert butt. His first open handed blow was hard. It smarted and left a large, red handprint where it had landed on her pale skin. Four more times he smote her, reddening her bottom and making her cry out. Once finished, Roland rearranged Lisa’s dress so her bottom was covered once again. Then he took her hair and pulled her upright, releasing her a second later.

Lisa, tears in her eyes, stared at him quietly, a hurt expression on her visage. Released from his grip, she reached up with her hand and pulled at her hair, rearranging it so it roughly resembled its previous state of neatness. “That hurt, Roland.” Her tone was quiet and soft, almost childlike. But there was no hint of anger. Even as she reached down to rub at the stinging flesh.

“It was supposed to hurt, Lisa.”

She adjusted her seating slightly. When she attempted to adjust the panties he stopped her, telling them to leave them as they were. To his satisfaction, she obeyed without question.

“How did you know I wouldn’t be upset?”

“Because you wanted a spanking.”

Lisa nodded. “I did. But how did you know?”

“Because I threatened and you challenged. But you did not deny me the right to do so.”

Lisa nodded again. Tears ran down her cheeks, one after another, as fast as she could wipe them away. “You don’t want me to hold back, right? You really want me to cry when I feel like it. That’s what you said.”

“I want your tears. I want to own them. They are your heart exposed, and it is your heart I truly want to own.”

“Yeah,” she said, and then edged towards him and fell over into his lap, crying with arms wrapped round his legs.

Sometime later, as they headed back to his SUV, Lisa mused at how happy she was. “I feel like I can really be myself around you, Roland. I really do.”

“I’m glad. The only question then is whether or not I can truly be myself around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I be as dominant with you as I wish? Should I hold back? And what about my sexual wants? Are you willing to do the things I like? Are you willing to experiment with things I might find interesting? Those things do change. Can you be obedient, subservient and submissive, the way I want you to be? Most of all, though, I want to know if you can give of yourself enough to let me take care of you.”

Lisa watched and listened as he spoke, paying close attention to his full lips as he shaped words. His voice was deep, and there was an earnestness about him that made it impossible to disbelieve anything he said. He did want to take care of her. Already, and in such a short period of time. She wondered how it could be so.

“I can be subservient. I was subservient to all my ex’s. That isn’t a problem. It’s who I am. I don’t know what sort of experiments you’re talking about, and I have no idea what your sexual likings are. All I can say is that few things are off the table. I am willing to consider, at the least, anything you might want me to try.”

“Then we will be happy, I think.”

“I’m happy now.”

He stopped and turned to face her. Then he pulled her against his large frame and kissed her passionately. Once parted, he stared into her eyes and gave a soft smile. “I’m happy, too.”

It was relatively late when they got to his place. After enjoying a chili dog at Pinks and a long walk at the pier, both were fagged as could be. But neither wished the night to end.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, as they entered his enormous house in the hills over Encino. “I’ve got various adult beverages, soft drinks, milk, juice…really, I have it all.”

Lisa stopped just inside the door and took in the rich furnishings of his home. Carpeted in vibrantly rich reds, golds and browns, it was tasteful and opulent without being ostentatious. His couch, set in the middle of the room atop an Indian rug, was beige and inviting with its many exotically patterned pillows.

“Who is the artist?” she asked, staring at one of the many paintings gracing his walls.

“Someone named ‘Jeff’. I’m not really sure. I saw it for sale at a restaurant and bought it.”

“I like it.”

Roland, who had not left her side, leaned down and smelled her hair. “You smell like forest.”

“I smell like sweat.”

“Well, your bag is in the car. I can get it and we can get cleaned up. We can have a late dinner, if you want. He pointed down the hall to the right of the door where they came in. “The main bath is off my room. The other is back the other way.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Whichever you want to use is fine with me.”

Lisa grinned. “Whichever one we use is fine with me, too.”

“We? Are you sure? This is our first date.”

“Go get my bag. I’ll meet you in the shower. Hope you like it hot.” She smirked, turned and gave a light skip as she kicked off her shoes and practically ran down the hallway.

As Roland went to get her bag, he thought back to how the day had gone. The girl was lovely inside and out. That he already knew, thanks to their many phone conversations. But she was fun to be with, as well. Then there was her submissive streak. It ran far deeper than he originally suspected, and it intrigued and thrilled him tremendously.

By the time Roland managed to get into his bedroom Lisa was in the shower. Singing away an old tune from the sixties, her voice was sultry and high, reminding him of Judy Collins were she a blues singer.

“I’m back. Your bag is on the sink,” he yelled.

“Then get naked and get your ass in here.”

He smiled, wondering how it would be when they finally consummated their relationship. Would she be as timid as he imagined? How would she react to his control and aggression? Would she be open, as she claimed, to new and different kinks?

In the bathroom, Roland slipped out of his clothing as he watched her blurry form through the frosted glass sliding door of the shower. It made him grin. Once naked he announced himself, opened the door and stepped into the hot shower.

“Mmm, you look like you need someone in your arms,” Lisa said, flashing an inviting grin.

For a brief moment before her embrace, Roland admired her body. Far from perfect, her shape was that of an hourglass. Her breasts were full and round, though there was the slight sag that comes with motherhood and age. Her belly was slightly plump, and her legs were strong and muscular. A lovely sight, he very much looked forward to the day she allowed him to enjoy her body.

“This feels good,” she said, arms wrapped round his waist. “You look good naked, by the way.”

Roland knew he was a good looking man. At fifty years old he weight trained, ran and did cardio exercises. Regardless of his self-confidence there had been a slight worry she might not find him attractive in his natural state.

Roland laughed. “I’m glad you think so. I was a bit worried.”

“You lie.”

“I am not lying. I’m not as tight as I used to be. I am fifty, after all.”

“I am the one who should be worried.” Lisa stepped back and spread her arms out. “Look at me. I’m fat, my tits sag, and look at these wrinkles!” She pointed to her forehead and the corners of her eyes.

“It’s true you aren’t perfect, Lisa. None of us are. But, as I stand here looking at you, I can see but one flaw,” he told her.

“I have more than one flaw.”

“Perhaps in your eyes. In mine I see a single flaw.”

She put her hands on her hips. Then, noticing the width of the shower she said, “This is a big shower. Holy crap. It’s wide enough for three of us to lay in. Long enough, too. Lord, how could I have missed that?”

Roland laughed. “I enjoy baths. I especially enjoy baths with company. And here you are – company!”

“So what is my one flaw? Huh?”

He laughed at her petulant tone. “You need to shave between your legs.”

“What?”

“I like my women hairless from the neck down. Oh, wait,” Roland bent forward and stared at her legs. “You’ve got baby fine hair on your legs, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I only shave knees down.”

“Make that two flaws.”

“You want me to shave my legs and…um…vagina?”

Roland smiled. He turned and pushed a small, barely visible button behind him, causing a door to pop open.

“Is that a medicine cabinet in your shower?”

“Nope. It’s a shaving cabinet.” He turned and held up an old fashioned safety razor, a shaving mug and brush. “To answer your question; I don’t want you to shave. I want to shave you.”

Both Lisa’s hands shot down and covered her sex. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Are you my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get this done.”

Lisa stared up at him with her big, green eyes, and then cast them to the tub’s floor below. “I want to make you happy, Roland. But it’s too soon for this. I can’t.”

Roland smiled, turned and put the shaving mug, brush, and razor back in its hidden cabinet. “Okay. Maybe next time.”

Had she not been wet, Lisa’s tears would have been obvious. “I’m really sorry. I hope you understand.”

“Worry not.” Roland took her in his arms and kissed her.

Following the shower the two dressed in separate rooms, Lisa’s oddly bashful nature insisting it be so. When at last they met in the living room, Roland was wearing a pair of black slacks, black shoes, a white dress shirt, and a boldly patterned, blue, red and purple tie. Lisa, having prepared one of her favorite outfits for the night, was in a flattering Navy blouse that buttoned to the neck, a black, knee length skirt and black heels. Her make-up was impeccable, and she had pulled her hair back but for slight bangs reminiscent of Bettie Page.

“You look amazing,” he said. “Very sexy.”

Lisa curtsied and smiled at the comment. “You look pretty dashing yourself.”

Tired as they were, dinner plans were changed. Neither wanted a long, traffic cluttered drive to Hollywood. Instead, Roland took her to one of his favorite Italian restaurants in nearby Northridge. There they enjoyed each other’s company as they partook of a delicious meal. Soon after, they drove over Topanga Canyon, headed for Mulholland Highway. Over and about the curving road Roland guided his vehicle, stopping only when he found the perfect spot. Then he parked and opened the sunroof. There they stared at the stars, talking until their eyes threatened sleep. Only then did they head back to his place, where they fell on his bed, fully clothed, to sleep the night away.

Next morning, and with both still wearing their evening attire, Roland treated her, as promised, to eggs benedict and other breakfast fixings.

“Why didn’t you make a move on me last night?” asked Lisa, munching on a strip of bacon. She was sitting opposite Roland at the dining room table, just off the kitchen.

“I promised there were no sexual expectations. Besides, it was too good a night to muck around with carnal delights. It would have changed the manner of intimacy. I didn’t want to do that.”

“Carnal delights. That’s a good phrase.” Lisa cocked her head, right eyebrow raised, and lips curled into a smile. “You did promise no sexual expectations. But that was before I agreed to be your girlfriend.”

“True. But I had already gotten a bit pushy in the shower. We know how that worked out,” he said, grinning. “Besides, I like to keep my promises.”

She nodded, and then took a bite of food. “Does that hold for today, as well?”

“It does.”

“What if I make a move on you?” She was grinning widely.

“That is entirely different. I said I would have no sexual expectations. You made no such promises.”

Lisa smiled, took a sip of orange juice, and smiled again. Then she stepped out of her chair and came to stand behind him, her small hands gently resting on his shoulders. She leaned forward, sliding her hands down his chest until they found the stiffening member beneath his pants.

“You seem like you might be anticipating something, Roland. Are you?” She nuzzled her nose against his ear, kissing his neck lightly and brushing his neck with the tip of her tongue.

“You are either teasing me or planning on taking advantage of me sexually. Either way, you are turning me on terribly.”

She brought her hands to the neck of his shirt and began unbuttoning the buttons down its front. Soft fingers found his flesh as she pulled open his shirt and began working him out of it. Briefly, Lisa held his shirt to her nose and inhaled, taking in the scent of his sweat before casting it away. Again she leaned down, running her hands over his muscular chest and arms until finding the swell in his pants.

“I want you to make love to me,” she whispered in his ear.

Roland, terribly aroused, felt a light nip on his earlobe. The woman, he noted, was quite skilled in the art of seduction. But he was not ready. She would have to ask, not tell. Still, he cooperated as she took his hand and guided him from the chair to the bedroom where she stripped him naked.

“I have a confession to make,” she said as she sat down on the bed and took him in with lust filled eyes.

“What’s that?”

“I am very flexible.”

“Are you?”

Lisa slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor, eyes on the erect cock before her. “Yes, and I can deep throat like nobody you have ever known.” She reached up with her right hand and wrapped it around his member. Then she tilted her head, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. “You’re really thick. Long, too.”

“I’ve heard.”

Lisa grinned mischievously. “I don’t know if I can get it all. I am going to try, though.”

She let out a slight laugh and then took his cock in both hands as she leaned forward and flicked it with her tongue. Each motion, each tiny lick was carefully done, as if orchestrated in advance. All along the length of his shaft, she teased with her tongue, sucking here and there, manipulating his member with her hands to lick and sucking where she had not.

Lisa stared up at him, her wide and, seemingly, innocent eyes belying her hunger for him. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.”

It was then Lisa decided to impress. So wanting, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and slid her hands to his naked posterior. Then she opened her mouth as wide as was possible, gripped his ass firmly and pulled him forward.

Staring down and seeing the entire length of his cock disappear into her mouth, he could not contain himself, exclaiming a shocked, “Oh, my fucking God!” as the sight and sensation.

Had she the ability, Lisa might have laughed. But her throat and mouth were filled as ever. But, she was far from done impressing. Her tongue darted out and tickled his scrotum, bringing forth a low moan and brief shiver. Then, still gripping his ass with her tiny hands, she drew back her head ever so slightly only to begin bobbing on his cock with short, regular strokes.

Within minutes Roland was on the brink of an orgasm. But he didn’t want it so soon. He wanted to make love to her, to bring her pleasure. When he told her as much, asking her to stop, she ignored him, vigorously increasing her pace.

“Stop, Lisa! Please!”

Lisa did not stop, and Roland, feeling it inappropriate to manhandle her so early, could do nothing but retreat backwards. But Lisa was determined, wanting nothing less than to please him and feel the warmth of his juices flowing down her throat. So he held firm her grasp, moving forward until he backed into a wall. There, with nowhere to go, Roland gave into her, growling out his satisfaction as he ejaculated hot cum down her throat.

Some minutes later, and with Lisa still attached, Roland rested his hands atop her head, praising her newly discovered ability. He spoke of the intensity of his orgasm, the thrill of watching her, and his amazement. “That was ridiculously good,” he finished.

But Lisa wasn’t quite done with him. There was something she wanted to try. Rather than releasing his cock, she began sucking, her tongue pressing upwards and she slid it back and forth along its length. Very much to her pleasure, and his surprise, his softening member regained its former stature, and it was but a few minutes before she was again working him with her throat.

“Holy fuck!” he issued, his excitement returning.

Unfortunately, and very much to her disappointment, the following thirty minutes resulted in nothing but frustration. Try as she might, Lisa could not get him to a second orgasm. When at last she gave up on her efforts she was greeted by an adoring grin, several words of praise, and his wishing he was a younger man.

“In days gone by I think you would have gotten another orgasm,” Roland told her. “But it takes me a little more time to get back into the swing, so to speak.”

Lisa nodded, flashing a wide smile that belied her mild disappointment. “That’s okay,” she said. Then she licked her lips. “It was fun and delicious. Maybe I can get more later?”

Roland laughed. “I am sure you can.”

She stood up and started kissing his nearly hairless chest, licking the bare skin with light flicks of her tongue as she worked her way to his chin. Then she stood on her toes and lightly kissed his lips.

“How in the world did you learn to do that? You never even came up for a breath!”

Lisa giggled. “It’s a story I am not quite ready to tell.” Her face darkened slightly and she turned away, sitting on the bed to face him a moment later. “But I can do that all day long.”

Somewhat incredulous, Roland stared at her and shook his head. “I don’t know how you can. You have to breathe sometime.”

“Oh, I breathe. It isn’t the easiest thing in the world, but I can breathe. I kind of had to learn it, really.”

“That’s the story you can’t tell me now, eh?”

She nodded and then hiccupped. “Urg. Oh, that’s awful.” When Roland gave a confused look she said, “Cum verp. Not great.”

“Oh. I would imagine not.” He screwed up his face in disgust.

Lisa scooted back on the bed, straightening her dress and patting the bed beside where she propped herself with pillows. “Come lay down. I think I can tell you the story. If you want to hear it.”

Roland shook his head. “I want to hear it but I worry about something, and I don’t want to turn you off or offend.”

“You’re worried the story will make you horny, aren’t you?”

Roland nodded, surprised by her understanding. “I suspect you had to learn how to deep throat through force. I like being forceful, and I like watching movies with forced sex. I like reading it, too. The reality is terrible, though. It’s not something I could ever involve myself with. Nor would I wish it on anyone. But, hearing about something second hand – well, I could have a reaction I don’t really want to have, let alone share. So, yes, I am worried it might turn me on, and I do not want you to think I would mistreat you, or that I get turned on by your mistreatment. A story about it, though, is sort of disconnected.”

“Would you mistreat me?”

Roland lay beside her, crossing his legs and placing his left hand on her thigh. “Some might consider my interests – the things I will do to you – as mistreatment. But I would never mistreat you. You would have to consent. There would have to be an understanding beforehand.”

“What would that be like? How would I agree beforehand?”

“Right now, you are my girlfriend.” He shook his head and grinned. “That sounds so juvenile. That gives us both certain expectations of familiarity. So, either of us groping the other is not out of the question. Other things are. Later on, after we have been together a while, we will have another understanding – a basic understanding – that you are mine to do with as I please.”

“You’re suggesting I won’t be able to turn down your advances. Is that right?”

“In essence. But only after we have that understanding. Sometimes you will be forced. It may even be against your will. But it will be with your prior consent.

Lisa nodded and smiled. “So, we will have an agreement ahead of time that you can do whatever, whenever, and that any ‘no’ is not valid. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. And that is my main proclivity.”

“Your main proclivity is control,” she said, her tone flat and matter of fact.

“Yes. And while I do have fetishes, they are fluid. Nothing is set in stone. The things I want to do with you will be partially based on you, your responses, and what you like or dislike.”

“What if I hate something?”

“It depends. If it is something I like particularly well - I will probably still do it. Though, truth be told, it will not be as common as I might wish. I do have to take your feelings into consideration.”

“Give me an example. I want to fully understand what you mean.”

“Okay. First, tell me something you don’t like.”

Lisa looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of something. Finally, unable to think of anything she disliked, she shook her head. “I’ve only been tied up once. That was by one of my ex-boyfriends, and that was unpleasant. But I didn’t want to be tied up, and he was mean. So I don’t really know.”

“Okay. Then let’s use a hypothetical.”

“Okay. Like?”

Let’s say you didn’t like anal sex,” Roland started. “I do. I like it a lot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Now, say I want it every day, while you would prefer not to have it at all. In that case, it is entirely likely, I would only make you have anal sex once or twice a week. I would compromise my wants with your dislikes.”

“What if it hurt?”

Roland grinned, leaned over and kissed her cheek before laying down. “I can at least make it not hurt. But, if it did, you would not be expected to satisfy that need so often. Maybe once a week.”

Lisa let out a loud laugh, rolled her eyes and then shook her head. “It’s a good thing for you I like anal.”

“Oh, you do, do you? How did that come about?”

“That’s a story.”

“One you can’t tell now, I assume?”

“Oh, no. that’s not a bad story at all. I mean, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Not that it was great the first time. But it doesn’t really bring up any bad memories. Yeah, the relationship went sour later. But how it all came about – no pun intended – isn’t bad at all.”

A wicked grin shown on Roland’s visage. He looked down at his growing erection. “Then tell me about it. Who knows, you might get a little somthin’ somethin’ for your efforts.”

Lisa smiled, reached out, took his cock in her hand and chuckled. “You’re barely hard and I still can’t get my hand around it. You want to put that in my ass? You might as well get a coke bottle in there.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Lisa’s eyes went wide and she gasped in mock horror. “Just what do you want to do to me, mister?”

“Everything.”

She leaned forward, practically doubling herself over and gave his cock a lick, sucking it into her mouth before releasing it again. “So, are you ready to hear it then?”

“Oh yeah.”

Lisa adjusted herself so she was laying on her side, resting her head on his belly as she held his cock in her hand, seemingly admiring it. She gave it a lick, and then briefly took his member into her throat. After releasing him she looked over and smiled. “You’re sure?”

“Tell me already!”

Chapter 3

For a long time after my daughter was born, and even after I was supposed to be able to have sex again, I was really sore. My boyfriend, Michelle’s father, tried everything to ease me back into things. But no matter what, I just couldn’t have sex. Any sort of pressure hurt, and the few times we really tried to have sex it was excruciating. I just couldn’t do it.

About four months after giving birth, Phillip, who is about four years older than me, suggested we try anal. Now, I’ve never been against any form of sex in my life. Even back then. Whatever you want to do is fine with me. But having a big cock in my ass – he isn’t as big as you, but he is big – was not exactly something I wanted. But I was young and wanted to please him. It’s how I was raised. The women take care of their men, submitting, regardless of her wants. Well, after about a month of him asking about anal I agreed.

The first night we tried it he had me on my back, my legs were pressed against the mattress and my arms were wrapped over my thighs. I am extremely flexible, like I said, and it was his favorite position. He liked it, he told me, because I could see his cock going into me when we had sex. Anyhow, I was bent over double, holding myself in position and watching as he lubed up my ass. Gentle as he was, it was disconcerting to watch him stretching out my ass with his fingers. Not that I could see it all that well. But I could see enough of his hand to get the basic visual.

At first, with only one finger inside me, it was mildly unpleasant. It felt like I had to use the bathroom. But the more he fingered my ass the better it felt. Pretty soon he had two fingers inside me. That felt even better. When he started working on my ass with a third finger I had an orgasm. Both of us were shocked. But it was very encouraging, and it made me want to continue as much as it made him want to, as well.

He worked me like that for a long time, making me cum over and over. Finally he asked if I was ready for him to fuck my ass. I nodded and told him I was. That was when I knew pain. The moment his cock entered me I thought I was going to die. But I held my position and didn’t try to stop him.

Phillip was slow, at first, and I was crying. But as he got going the pain eased. Really, it didn’t take too long before it started feeling good. That was as strange a moment as I can recall experiencing with him. My body wanted to cum. I was on the verge for a long time. Only the pain kept me from it. But then, all of a sudden, the pain went away. That’s when I had the first truly intense orgasm of my life, and I nearly blacked out. But he wasn’t anywhere close to cumming. So, of course, he kept going and I kept cumming. By the time he came I was exhausted from so many orgasms.

The next day, before he left for work, Phillip fucked my ass again. This time he didn’t stretch me out ahead of time. It hurt so bad I could hardly take it. Not that it stopped me from cumming. It didn’t. It was, though, an overall unpleasant experience until the pain eased and orgasms started. Later, when I explained how much it hurt, Phillip informed me he wouldn’t have time to stretch me every time. He liked morning sex. Since he had to go to work first thing there was just no way he could take the time to stretch me out. He was fine with taking his time at night, though.

For about the next month I put up with the horrible pain in the morning. One day, unable and unwilling to take the pain, I refused to let him fuck me in the morning. It just hurt too damned much. So he tried to have vaginal sex with me again. That was almost as bad, so I ended up giving him a blow job. That was before I could deep throat, and I wasn’t very good at it. Still, it satisfied him.

Later that night, when he came home from work he presented me with flowers and a gift. He tended to do things like that when I was mad. Not that I was mad, but he did know I would forgive him for anything if he brought home flowers. Well, the gift turned out to be a set of butt plugs. There were three: A small one, a medium one, and a big one. The largest of them was about as big around as my wrist.

“You’re going to start with the small one and then move up to the biggest one,” I was told. “That way I don’t have to worry about stretching you out every time I want to have sex.”

Needless to say, I was appalled. I was even more appalled when he told me I had to wear a plug all day, every day. It was humiliating and degrading. But I was trained to be a good girl – obedient to a fault. So, I did exactly what he told me without complaint.

For the next couple months I worked my way from the small plug to the biggest one. At first, it was pretty miserable. My ass would ache at being stretched out for so long. After a while, though, I got used to it. The worst part was having to clean them up. But I did it. And, truth be told, it did make it easier when he fucked my ass.

It probably took about two months before I got to the big plug. I was putting off using it when he asked me how the small plug was working. I told him it was going okay, and then let him know I was using the medium plug. We were in the living room. He had just had dinner after work and was watching television when he asked how long I had been using the medium plug.

“Probably a month,” I told him.

He asked if it ached anymore – I had told him about the aching – and when I said it didn’t ache he told me to get the big plug. He wanted to watch me put it in.

It was a humiliating experience. I’m a shy girl. I don’t like being naked around anyone unless we’re in the shower or in bed, or having sex. Even when I have sex, if it’s not in the bedroom, I prefer to have some sort of clothes on. I don’t know why. Anyhow, he had me strip and bend over the couch. Then he had me take the plug out of my ass and put it in my mouth. He didn’t want to hear me complaining, he told me. I probably don’t have to tell you I hated putting that plug in my mouth. It was gross and disgusting. But I did it anyway, thanking my stars I had gone to the bathroom before he got home from work. The plug, much as it could be, was clean. Thankfully, it didn’t taste like ass.

So, there I was, bent over the couch, one plug in my mouth and one plug in my hand, waiting for him to tell me what do to. But instead of having me plug myself he came up behind me, spit on my ass, and eased himself inside. Caught by surprise, and already pretty stretched out, there was no pain. I came instantly.

You should know that Phillip was never quick. Any time we had sex it took about a half hour. Sometimes it took longer. This was no exception. I came over and over, nearly passing out before he came. When he was finished I was in a state of mild delirium. I could barely think. After a while, I collapsed on the couch, suckling the plug in my mouth – something I only realized when I recovered my wits.

When I finally sat up, Phillip told me how good it was. Then he asked how I liked it. When I started to take out the plug to speak, he told me to keep it in. He liked my mouth plugged, he said. It kept me from rambling on. Then he asked if I liked being his ass slut. The words made me recoil, but it did turn me on. So, what could I do? I just nodded.

“Good. Now, let’s get that big plug in your ass,” he told me.

I had all but forgotten the big plug, which was on the couch beside me. When I spotted it he told me to put it in my ass. “And hurry up about it,” he said. “I don’t want cum leaking out of your ass and on to the couch.”

So that’s what I did. And for the next couple hours I sat beside him on the couch, naked and plugged at both ends. It was humiliating and horrible. But it still excited me. I hated that it excited me.

There were other nights like that. Those nights he would have me take the big plug from my ass and suck on it. Then he would fuck me until he came. I always had to plug myself when he was done.

For about the next three years, or so, I was kept plugged. We never had vaginal sex again, and pretty much we had anal sex two times a day. Once in the morning and again at night. On the weekends we would do it three or four times. Not that I minded. I loved it. Anal sex gives the best orgasms.

The only down side to the whole thing was how loose my ass seemed to get. The plug was as big around as my wrist, and his penis a little bigger. So my ass was constantly open. Humiliating and upsetting as it was, though, I never fought against it. The one time I asked him to let me have the plug out he refused. Since I was a good little girl, determined to be a perfect girlfriend – hopefully his wife one day – I didn’t argue. I really had no complaints other than how loose I was. The sex, truly, was absolutely amazing.

I stayed with him until he got abusive to me and Michelle. If he hadn’t have gotten abusive to us – especially Michelle – I would never have left him. My ass would still be plugged and I would probably have no control over my bowels. That’s scary, when I think about it. But it’s true. I know it.

After our breakup I stopped using the plug. I was a little worried, truth be told, that I would have a horrible accident. Thankfully, that never happened. The only thing that was an issue was how it felt not to be plugged. After so long, it seemed normal. Having my ass empty was very difficult to get used to, oddly enough.

Chapter 4

With her story complete, Lisa took Roland’s cock into her mouth, engulfing it as she had before; though her angle was not good, it gave her no issues.

“I can barely believe that story is real, Lisa,” he said, and then moaned as she pushed down, forcing his cock deep into her throat. “Lisa, stop.”

Lisa lifted her head and gave a confused look. “Is something wrong?”

Roland smiled and then shook his head. “No. I just didn’t expect or want sex this time out. I just wanted us to get comfortable with each other. Now, here we are, me naked, and you giving amazing head after already draining me.” He chuckled at his choice of words. “Can you understand that?”

“I can, and I will stop if you want. Before I do, though, will you tell me one thing?”

“I will answer any questions you have. Any at all.”

“Going forward, considering what you demand in a relationship…”

“I don’t demand anything,” Roland interrupted.

Lisa laughed. “I call bullshit! Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! Roland, you are so full of bullshit it’s a wonder you don’t have a ring in your nose!”

Laughing, Roland asked what she meant.

“Would you be in a relationship with a woman who was not submissive?”

“Well, no. I don’t think so.”

“Right. Would you be in a relationship with a woman who refused you sexually?”

“It depends…”

“None of that shit,” she interrupted. “Assuming nothing was wrong with her. Would you be in a relationship with a woman who refused you sexually?”

Roland shook his head.

“Exactly! That means you have demands. Don’t fucking deny it. Don’t lie to me or to yourself. I will walk my happy ass right out the door if you can’t be honest.”

Staring at her for a long moment, Roland finally dropped his head. “I never thought of it as demands. Really. But, all in all, you are correct. I do have demands. I simply thought of them as requirements.” He laughed and shook his head. “So, I guess There is a little bit of take charge in you.”

Lisa sat up and crossed her legs, arranging the skirt of her dress just so. Then she looked up at him and shook her head. “No, Roland. I am completely submissive. I am probably the most submissive woman you know. But I don’t take bullshit, and I will call you on yours every time. I’ve been through too much shit to do otherwise.”

“I was being sarcastic because of your tone. Some of the most submissive women I have ever known were the take charge type.” He reached out and placed a hand on her knee, giving a light squeeze. “You know, we all have our personal ideas of who we are. Mine was that of a caring, understanding dominant – and don’t use the word ‘Dom’, by the way. I hate it. Anyhow, my self-image was that of a caring, loving dominant who made requests, not demands. But you are right. I do have demands.”

Lisa smiled, got on hands and knees and leaned towards him, giving a light kiss on his nose. She backed up, leaned down and kissed his softening penis, giving it a light lick and a slight tugging suck. “Now, tell me something.”

“What?”

“How often am I going to have any sort of control in this relationship? I mean, once we really get to know each other.”

“When we have important matters, I guess. Otherwise, you won’t have any control.”

“And what if you want something I don’t? Will I be expected to do it anyway?”

Roland nodded.

“Then, while we are figuring this thing out, and until I am ready for more of your exotic proclivities, you will have to allow me the ability to refuse. Otherwise this won’t work out. I’ll do my best. But there will be times when I might need space and understanding.”

Smiling, Roland gave a light nod. “You are going to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”

“Only when you bullshit me, Roland. Are you going to bullshit me?”

“I’ll do my best to avoid bullshit.”

“And will you call me on mine?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Now, back to your cock.” Lisa smiled wickedly, straddled his legs and gave a wink. “You are going to love this.”

Lisa bent down and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it gently and running her tongue along its length. Already he was growing in size, filling her mouth, making her open wider. When he was fully hard she pushed down, taking the head of his cock into her throat. It was then Roland felt a strange vibration on his member. A slight humming met his ears. Never had he felt such a thing, nor had he been aware such was possible. Moment by moment he grew hungry for release. But Lisa did not want him to cum, and she very well knew what she was doing. Thus, she provided only as much stimulation as would hold him on the brink.

“I don’t know how you are doing that, or how you can keep me in your throat so long,” Roland told her. “It feels fucking amazing, though.” He let out a low moan.

The humming grew slightly louder. With it there came an increase of need. Still, he could not manage to find satisfaction. He thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into his throat. For that he received a slight slap on the thigh. Then she pulled up off his cock and smiled, slid back and off the bed, removing her panties. A moment later she was straddling him, arranging the skirt of her dress so he could see nothing of her legs save knees.

“Are you ready?” asked Lisa.

“For what?”

Lisa eased herself up on her knees, reached back and pulled at her skirt. Her hand found his cock and directed it at her anal opening. “I haven’t had sex in three years,” she said, her tone matter of fact. Then she began a slow descent, impaling her ass on his saliva wet cock.

The expression on her face was one of pain. A slight tear escaped her closed eyes to run down her cheek. “Don’t move,” she whispered. “Give me a second.”

“Am I in your ass?” Already he knew the answer. But he was shocked.

“You know you are, mister,” she whispered.

Nearly ready to burst, Roland fought against his body’s urges. Nothing would have suited him better than to thrust. That he refrained was a testament of his willpower.

Once fully impaled, Lisa let out a whistling breath through pursed lips. She offered a slight smile telling him of the pain she suffered.

“You don’t have to...”

Briefly, she opened her eyes and looked at him. “Shh. Let me do this,” Lisa told him, before closing her eyes and beginning a slow rocking of her hips.

With wide, worried eyes, Roland reached out and gently wrapped his hands round her waist. Too afraid to move, he watched closely. Every twitch, every tear, and the slight hissing breaths she took were observed with close attention and care.

Lisa opened her eyes, lips pursed as she let out another long breath. She smiled and wiped away the tears dampening her cheeks. “It still hurts. But it’s starting to feel good.” She nodded. “You can move now. Go slow.”

With a slow undulating of his hips, Roland began thrusting into the girl. His hands, at once on her waist, fell to her hips and then her knees. He pushed back her dress and squeezed her shapely thighs. But he was not happy with her as she was, so he pulled at her dress, lifting it and insisting she remove it.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “Not yet.”

“I’ve seen you naked, Lisa,” he reminded.

“I know. But I was ready for that. I know it seems weird, but I’m not ready for you to see me naked right now. Please try to understand.”

“Alright.”

Lisa fell forward, her hands roaming his body as she nuzzled his neck and moaned loudly. She pushed up and looked at him, her eyes staring into his with bright intensity before covering his lips with hers. When they broke she whispered for him to fuck her. “Do it hard. Make it hurt if you want. But cum inside me. Fill me. Please.”

Wrapping his arms round her, he rolled over. Now on top of her, he pushed up and got on his knees, lifting her legs by the ankle and resting her calves on his shoulders. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, Roland. Take me the way you want to take me.”

Roland leaned forward, doubling her. He gave a hard thrust that made her cry out in pleasure and pain. Another thrust, this one harder than before, made her cry out again, her body shaking as another orgasm overtook her. He waited for her to recover. After receiving a quick nod and slight smile, he began thrusting with hard, deep thrusts, each bringing forth cries of pain mixed with pleasure. Just as he was certain he should stop, he felt the digging of fingernails digging into his shoulders, heard a terrible deep moan, and felt a sudden contraction around his cock. Lisa’s arms flew back and hit the bed coverings with a thud. Eyes closed tightly, she growled out, grunted and then let out a howling scream as an intense orgasm overtook her senses. Caught in the moment, Roland moaned loudly as his own orgasm, intense nearly to the point of pain, quickly followed.

For a long time they lay silent and without movement. When Roland caught his breath he pushed up onto his elbows and laughed. “That was fucking crazy,” he said. “You are fucking amazing!”

Lisa smiled, hair stuck to her face, held so from the many tears she had cried. “Don’t pull out yet. Not until you’re soft.”

Roland nodded. He looked to the ankles on either side of his head and laughed. “Aren’t you uncomfortable bent all out of whack like this?”

“No. You can actually tie me in knots. I told you, I’m super flexible. Besides, this makes me feel safe. I like it.”

He laughed, panting slightly, sweat dripping from his body onto hers. “Fuck, I am hot.”

“Yes, you are.”

They both laughed.

Minutes passed and still Roland cock was hard. It surprised them both. More surprised was Lisa when he renewed his thrusting. “We might as well make use of it while we can,” Roland said with a grin.

“No, no! No more,” she exclaimed. “If I have another orgasm I’ll pass out, die, or puke!” She laughed suddenly. “Who knows, I might do all three.”

He laughed, but continued thrusting, albeit far slower than before. His pace, slow as it was, did nothing to stop her from cumming. Neither did it seem to lessen the frequency of her orgasms. Within minutes she was begging for mercy, even as she cried out in pleasure.

“How do you feel now?” he asked, after finally giving in to her begging.

Lisa, panting and covered in their mingling sweat, shook her head. “I feel fucking exhausted. My ass hurts, too.”

“I would imagine. It’s been three years, you said.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while, alright. But it was worth the wait. Holy fuck that felt good. Fuck, my ass hurts, though.”

“Should I pull out now?”

“You aren’t quite soft, but okay. Just go slow.”

Roland slowly pulled his cock from her ass, drawing two more orgasms from her tired and aching body before he had completely withdrawn. Once out, he remained on top of her doubled body, kissing her softly as she recovered.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling. She laughed suddenly, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe how fucking good that was.”

“And I can’t believe how you deep throat.”

“Yeah. It’s a skill I had to learn.”

“So you said. Ready for a shower?”

Lisa shook her head. “No. I like feeling your weight on top of me.”

“It isn’t hard to breathe?”

She nodded. “A little. But I like it. I like the slight constriction. Makes me feel safe, like I said.”

Roland wiped an errant shock of hair from her face. He leaned his head down and kissed her. Then he smiled and kissed her again, telling her how amazing she was. “How were you single?”

“I know, right? But here I am – or was – without a husband or a boyfriend. But I’ve been here, just being me.”

“Well, I doubt you will be single ever again. Even if I don’t fall in love with you, I am in love with your abilities.”

“Get off me, fucker!” Lisa said with a laugh. “Let’s get into the shower.”

“Wait, you’re going to be naked in there. Are you sure?”

“Shut up!”

In the bathroom, the naked Roland turned on the water and watched as Lisa pulled her dress off. Once naked she was pulled into his arms and kissed furiously. They remained embrace for many minutes after, their lips and bodies locked together. When their kiss finally broke they stared into each other’s lust filled eyes before breaking into giddy laughter.

“We’re going to have shower sex, aren’t we?” Lisa asked, giggling.

“I doubt your ass is up to it, and I doubt I can get it up again so soon.”

Lisa smiled. “You’re right. But we can still enjoy each other.”

For nearly an hour the couple washed, kissed, and held one another. It was not until the hot water cooled they decided to get out. Then they crawled back into bed and talked until it was time for her to get home.

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