Lazy Sunday Afternoon My desire for my woman overtakes me in the kitchen.
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If you are reading it elsewhere then it has been stolen) It was early, Sunday afternoon.
The sun was streaming through the window, silhouetting my missus, as she bustled around the kitchen.
Since we’d had an early lunch, the kids were off out, playing with friends.
It was delightful, just the two of us.
She’d just poured boiling water into the cafetiere and the room was filling with the aroma of the rich, delightful Colombian blend The house was peaceful, just the sound of the radio drifting through from the dining room.
Not enough to distract, just an agreeable buzz.
It made a nice change, I have to say Bless their cotton socks, but those kids were noisy little buggers.
I was sitting at the small kitchen table reading the Times.
This was nice.
We didn’t get to spend all that much time alone these days, what with the children and work.
Life was good, busy, but good.
I looked up from my newspaper as she pushed down the plunger down of the French Press and poured our coffees.
She was unaware that I was watching and I smiled to myself.
She looked very pretty today, I liked it when she looked pretty for me.
Her skirt was flared, coming halfway down her thighs and her black tights accentuated her slim, shapely legs.
How I adored those dainty ankles and as she had her back to me, I could see the cute dimples at the backs of her knees.
Gentleman, let me tell you, those little dimples are one of the most erogenous areas of a woman’s body.
A stroke, a lick or a nibble there is an excellent precursor to foreplay.
Almost as good as the back of the neck.
I could visualise myself on my knees behind her, my hands under her skirt, gripping the taught muscles on the fronts of her thighs, supporting myself, as I kissed my way up from those perfect ankles to those dainty dimples and beyond.
As I daydreamed and observed her, she reached up to the cupboard.
Standing on her tiptoes to reach the packet of biscuits from the top shelf and as she did, her skirt rose higher.
I could see that she wasn’t wearing tights at all, but hold-up stockings.
I merely caught a glimpse of her creamy flesh, in stark contrast to the charcoal lace tops of her hosiery.
The saucy little minx! I felt a stirring in my groin and I shook my head and turned my attention back to my newspaper.
“Darling, did you see that they caught that slimy politician? You know, the one who got caught with that prostate?” I asked her, looking up, over the top of my spectacles.
“Oh, I think I may have heard something on the local news,” she answered off-handedly, as she turned to face me, coffee mug in one hand and a small plate of cookies in the other.
As she set the cup on the table before me, a little of the hot liquid splashed from the mug and onto the smooth surface of the table.
“Oops!” She said, quickly turning back to the counter and grabbing a cloth.
My pretty girl leaned over the table in front of me, cloth in hand and vigorously mopped up the spill.
It afforded me the most delightful view of her ample cleavage and I was transfixed by the way her breasts jiggled as her hand rubbed away the mess she’d made.
I had a flashback to my face between her breasts, hands pushing them together, as my mouth sucked and licked on each of her blushing nipples.
Her hands in my hair, back arching while her moans and gasps encouraged me all the more.
I shook my head, smiling.
“What’s funny, babe?” She looked at me quizzically.
She was so blissfully unaware that she was the focus of my attention.
It was one of the things I most loved about her.
An almost child-like naivete, an innocence which was enchanting, bewitching.
“Nothing, my love.
I was just thinking how beautiful you look today.” I swear she blushed slightly as she grinned coquettishly and turned back to the window, lifting dishes and stacking them neatly until there was room in the sink to wash them.
Now with her back to me, she busied herself, donning her migraine-inducing, day-glow pink rubber gloves.
I know she hated wearing those things and heaven knows I didn’t think they did much to enhance her beauty, but I’d surprised her yesterday by gifting her a manicure and I knew that she wouldn’t want to waste her pretty nails in the soapy dishwater.
Pushing my glasses back onto the bridge of my nose, I turned my focus back to my newspaper.
She was humming a tune as she washed the glasses.
It made me smile inside.
She was by no means the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and I knew how she loved to sing.
It was a good indicator of her mood, the way her voice sounded and the gusto with which she performed.
I looked up, staring into space, as I thought of her in the shower, singing at the top of her lungs as she washed her hair.
Her eyes closed, fingers massaging the foamy mop upon her head.
Her raised arms lifting her breasts, showing them at their very best.
Rivulets of bubbles running down the contours as she wiggled and danced behind the perspex shower door…
Again, I felt my penis twitch inside my pants and I shifted in my seat to make myself a little more comfortable.
God, even after all this time, I still found this woman, MY woman, an absolute delight.
The clatter of a wet cutlery being dropped into the drainer brought me back into the room and I noticed that she had almost finished.
I was glad.
I wanted her again.
I had taken her this morning.
I had pressed my body against her sleeping form.
Her back against my body, pushing as much of myself against her as I could.
Trying not to wake her.
Well, obviously I was going to waker her.
I just wanted to do it gently.
I kissed and licked her shoulder.
Nipping and sucking my to the back of her gorgeous neck.
That was another of her weak spots, a few licks and sucks there quickly got her wet, every time.
“Lift your leg, darling,” I had whispered into her ear as I gently nuzzled and bit at the point where her neck and shoulder met.
She moaned, sleepily in response but obligingly raised her limb, to give me full access to her puffy lips.
Bless her, she was so good to me, such a loveable, amenable little thing.
I brought my arm around under the back of her knee, lifting and holding her leg in place and allowing me to pull and tease one of her nipples and opening her up so that I could access her sweetest spot.
She was slick as I pushed my thick, hard morning wood into her soft pussy.
I was already deep inside her as my first thrust bringing her to consciousness as she pushed back against me.
Soon she began to moan and her fingers slipped between her legs, bringing herself to climax, as I filled her with my come God, I was semi-erect now, well, perhaps a little more than that.
I looked at my newspaper, but all I saw was a blur.
She picked up the cast-iron skillet in which she’d cooked the bacon and eggs earlier.
it was the last thing to be washed.
I watched her, fascinated by her, as she scrubbed hard at the surface of the pan and I became suddenly aware of the way that her ass was wobbling while her arm furiously scoured.
It was hypnotic and I could feel my cock stiffening further inside my pants.
This time no amount of readjusting my seat was going to make it go away.
I dropped my newspaper onto the table and I was behind her in a flash.
“Oh!” She gasped, as she felt my arms slip around her waist and my mouth at the back of her neck.
“I want you, you sexy little bitch!” I growled into her ear, pulling her lobe delicately between my lips.
She turned her head to kiss me and I put my hands on her hips, pushing her against the sink, holding her in place as our mouths met.
My tongue probed then my teeth gently clamped her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth.
I pressed my body against hers.
Her short skirt offering little protection from the solid bulge which was by now tight against her arse.
She merely gasped and pushed back against me.
God, she was so accommodating, such a good fucking girl.
Moving back slightly, I slipped my knee between her thighs and pushed them apart.
One hand pressed against the small of her back, still holding her in place, while the other slid under to the crotch of her panties.
I cupped her mound and my fingertips were against her little button, pressing gently, as my thumb found it’s way inside the fabric.
She moaned, hands still deep in the dishwater as I pulled back from her to unfasten my trousers.
I unzipped, unbuttoned and they fell to the floor.
I had no underwear on, so my cock immediately sprang proud from my groin.
She brought her hand round to feel me and I swear my balls began to retract as the wet, dripping rubber-clad hand touched my shaft.
“Argh! Gloves” I gasped through gritted teeth.
“Oh god, I’m sorry’” she giggled, quickly snapping the foamy latex from her hands and dropping them onto the tiles.
Not to let a little thing like that interfere with what was happening, I pushed, turning her away from me again.
My cock was pressing into her thigh as I slipped my hands around her, pulling up the front of her top and cupping her breasts in my hands.
She moaned as my thumbs began to rub her nipples and I could feel my cock engorging all the more as her nipples stiffened through her bra.
“Fuck me,” she sighed, then louder, “Fuck me! I want you inside me.” My hands dropped from her breasts and I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and sharply pulled them down, revealing her bare arse and eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
I took my cock in hand.
I was fucking HUGE for her.
I pushed the head against her slit and rubbed it over her lips, feeling it push in as I spread her juices along them.
She moaned quietly and I thrust into her, hard, deep.
She tried to push back against me, but I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my thick fat cock into her, filling her completely.
Her hands were gripping the edge of the sink as I began to piston and I pushed her further down, by her shoulders.
Suddenly she squealed and began to giggle.
Her laughing made her pussy contact and was threatening to expel my rigid tool from her.
I didn’t understand why she was laughing until she reached behind and pulled my hands round, back onto her breasts.
I had pushed her down so far that they had dipped into the soapy basin.
She pulled up her bra, letting her wet, naked breasts drop neatly into my cupped palms.
Oh god, her wet tits and their nipples poking into my palms felt so fucking good.
My cock pulsed inside her and I began to pummel her, hard again.
I rubbed her soft tits, dipping my hands into the water to wet them again.
I liked this sensation and so did she because she was beginning to moan.
I felt her pussy contact as her climax approached.
I fucked her.
I fucked her hard and deep.
Owning her pussy, just the way she liked me to.
I felt my balls tighten and I came.
I filled her, thrusting and holding as my creamy come filled her belly.
I gently let myself drop against her back, cock still inside her and I kissed her back, almost shaking from the exertion.
I held her as I felt my cock soften and slip from her.
Warm liquid dripping down her thighs.
“Let me get up,” she groaned, pushing me back.
I laughed as her wet top dropped back down over her breasts.
She would have done well in a wet t-shirt competition I am sure.
“Pass me that cloth, darling,” she pointed to the worktop and I reached over and gave it to her.
She immediately put under her skirt, wiping my come from her thighs.
“You never came?” I whispered, guiltily.
She smiled, “I still enjoyed it.
I really enjoyed it.” “Darling, I’m sorry.
I just couldn’t wait for you.
I just had to have you, come in you ” I mumbled apologetically.
She smiled and leaned forward.
She placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled my face to hers and kissed my forehead, my nose and finally my mouth.
“I love you.
However, you owe me one now,” she said, raising one eyebrow in faux annoyance.
“I know you’re good for it though.
Now, pull up your pants and let me change out of these wet clothes.” She winked as she turned from me, wiggled her perfect arse and left the room.
I sighed, smiling.
Pulled up my trousers and sat back down to finish my newspaper, unable to really concentrate, thinking about how I was going to make it up to her.
Continue reading Fun and Games
Casey’s MILF Adventure Discovered Watching Porn By His Best Friends Mom, They Create Their Own Porn Session Casey rang the doorbell hoping Greg was back from the school where he was taking his mid terms.
Casey had finished his exams the day before and didn’t have anything to do.
Greg’s mother Susan answered the door inviting Casey inside.
“Hi Casey, what brings you by?” “Well, I was hoping Greg was done with his midterms but from the looks of things I guess I’m wrong.” “Sorry Hon, he won’t be home until at least 5pm.
You’re welcome to wait though, if you’d like.
You can go downstairs if you’d like and wait for him.” “Sure, if it’s not a problem.” “Of course not.” Casey went down to the basement, and looked around for something to do.
He knew Greg had a stash of porn somewhere.
If he could just find them that would be perfect.
He looked around and eventually stumbled onto the them hidden in a drawer.
He slid one in the DVD player and was about to turn it on when he thought he should check to see where Greg’s mother was.
He looked up the stairs just as the phone started to ring.
Once she answered he knew he was good to go.
He knew that Susan could talk for hours on the phone, so his chance of being disturbed was very slim.
Soon Casey was watching a really hot three-way between a guy and a couple of hot women.
The sex between the three of them was amazing, with the girls going down on one another while the guy watched and jacked off.
Taking another look upstairs and hearing Susan was still on the phone he closed the door, took out his cock and started jacking off as he watched the action on TV.
He was really getting into it and didn’t hear Susan as she came down stairs to see if Casey wanted a soda.
The door wasn’t closed all the way so when she opened it there wasn’t any sound.
Casey was too absorbed in his masturbation to notice anyway.
Susan froze when she saw Casey stroking his cock as he watched the porn on TV.
She probably should have screamed and thrown him out of the house, but his cock was so big.
All she could think about was that her husbands cock wasn’t even half that size and definitely not as thick.
As she watched Casey continue to stroke his cock she felt her nipples getting hard and a growing dampness between her legs.
It had been quite some time since she felt this kind of arousal.
Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore so needless to say it didn’t take much to get her aroused.
Watching Casey and the action on TV Susan felt a burning desire to touch herself.
She knew it was wrong yet she just couldn’t fight the urge no matter how hard she tried.
She lifted her skit and started rubbing her pussy though her panties as she watched Casey continue stroking his cock.
Her pussy was on fire as she stood there rubbing her pussy through her panties.
She slipped her hand down the front of her panties, her fingers sliding through her pussy fur and onto her mound.
Her pussy was even wetter than she had realized and her lips were awash in her juices.
Still oblivious to her presence, Casey kept masturbating as Susan slipped her middle finger between her pussy lips.
Her finger slid easily between her wet lips and the sensations that shot through her body were amazing.
She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pleasure herself.
With her arousal taking over her common sense she added another finger into her pussy.
She began wiggling her fingers around inside her pussy as the feelings of pleasure shooting through her increased.
Susan was so into her masturbation that she forgot herself and moaned slightly.
That’s when Casey turned his head around and saw his best friends mom off to the side with her fingers down the front of her panties.
Her eyes flew opened the minute she realized what she had done.
She saw Casey staring at her with a wide grin on his face and his cock still in his hand.
For a second Susan was speechless not knowing what to say.
Finally she pulled her fingers from her panties saying, Casey I’m so sorry.
I don’t know what got into me.
Please forgive me!” “Forgive you….why? For doing what comes naturally, and what feels good? There’s no need to apologize.
I hope you don’t take this wrong because I’d never forgive myself if I were to offend you.
It’s just that you are a really hot lady and you should never be ashamed of anything.” Susan was shocked but at the same time flattered beyond words.
Again she was speechless, but finally managed a thank you.
She though for a moment.
“You know my husband doesn’t do much with me sexually anymore and I guess the sight of you, and seeing how big you are….well it just made me so hot that I lost all control of my senses.” “No you didn’t.
That’s what I was trying to say.
You shouldn’t have to apologize for doing what feels natural.
If your husband isn’t satisfying you then shame on him.
If I had a wife as hot as you I’d be fucking you every night and then some.” Susan blushed, but Casey’s words made her feel beautiful.
She thanked Casey again.
“You are wise beyond your years young man, and quite the smooth talker.
We both know I’m 42, so I can’t see why a young man like you would be interested in me.” “Age doesn’t mean anything but attitude does.
I’d love to see your naked body.
You forget I’ve seen you in your bikini and you’re hot as hell so don’t give me that age stuff.
You say you like my cock, then why don’t you come over here and get a closer look.
We’ve got a long time before anyone comes home.” Susan stared at Casey’s cock as he started stroking it again.
She wanted to go over, and get a closer look alright.
It was as if something was pushing her as she stepped over to where Casey was sitting.
As she drew close he stood up, his cock standing straight out in front of him.
He looked into her brown eyes saying, “Go ahead…touch it.
You know you want to.” He was right…
Susan slowly reached out, and took Casey’s cock in her hand.
“It’s so hot and hard,” she whispered.
Don’t just hold it….
Do what ever you want to with it.
I won’t mind.” While Susan thought about what she was going to do, Casey made a bold move pulling her closer to him and kissing her.
Their kiss was tentative at first, but as their kiss lingered Susan felt herself slowly giving in to Casey’s advances.
Casey slipped his tongue between Susan’s lips and started kissing her as passionately as he could.
He could feel her giving in more and more with each passing moment and he could feel her starting to squeeze his cock and then start stroking it.
His next move was to pull her blouse from her skirt and unbutton it slowly so as not to startle her.
Then he pushed it off her shoulders and unhooked her bra letting it fall away as well.
Then he looked down at her breasts.
They were even better than he had imagined and her nipples were rock hard.
Casey pulled her down onto the couch and started caressing her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples as she sat there still a little nervous.
He could see her barriers starting to weaken.
Casey stared kissing her again, working his way down her neck to her breasts, where she took her left nipple into his mouth and started flicking it with his tongue and then sucking it.
Susan responded by squeezing his cock harder, and jacking him off faster.
He pushed her back onto the couch caressing and sucking her nipples listening to her moan as she worked his magic.
Now it was time for the next step as he slid his hand under her skirt and began inching his was up her leg toward her pussy.
He was met with a little resistance at first, but as his hand move over to her inner thigh Susan actually parted her legs giving him better access to her pussy.
Casey could feel the heat emanating from Susan’s pussy as his fingers moved along her lace panties.
She moaned and pulled his face to her breast, as Casey cupped her mound in his hand, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.
Susan was soon undulating her hips and cooing softly.
Casey knew that she was all his as he moved down onto his knees in front of Susan.
He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off holding them to his nose as he took in her aroma.
Then he tossed them aside as well lowering his head and began kissing his way up her thighs.
Susan gasp when he was within inches of her pussy asking, Casey…what are you doing?” “Getting ready to taste you beautiful pussy.” “Oh my Frank never does that.
He says it’s nasty?” “Pardon me but your husband is a fool or a liar.
Your pussy is beautiful and I bet it tastes even better.
You have had someone go down on you, right?” Hanging her head Susan said, “Not since college.” Casey looked at her.
“Well then you’re way overdue for having you’re pussy licked.
Now sit back and get ready to cum like you haven’t cum in a long time.” Casey lowered his head and began running his tongue over Susan’s thick, swollen lips listening to her gasp and moan as he parted her folds and slid his tongue up and down her creamy pussy.
The more he licked her pussy the more Susan gasped and moaned.
It was obvious she was loving every second of it as she grabbed his head and scooted down spreading her legs even farther apart.
Her pussy was so aroused it was oozing juices like a broken dam.
The more he licked her pussy the hotter she got, thrusting her hips upward and squealing.
Casey slipped as many fingers as he could into her pussy while taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it.
Susan had to grab a pillow and place it over her face as she screamed out in passion.
Her entire body shook she started cumming so hard from Casey fingering her pussy and sucking her clit.
Once her orgasm subsided she looked at Casey glassy eyed saying, “Fuck me Casey…
I want it all.
It’s been to long, and I’ve never had a cock as big as yours in my pussy!” Casey laid Susan down on the couch, and maneuvered himself around aiming his cock at her hot pussy.
She raised her left leg resting it on the top of the sofa as Casey eased his cock into her pussy.
As his cock filled her pussy inch by inch Susan moaned and begged him to fuck her.
Once he was deep inside her pussy Casey started fucking her.
He started slowly at first allowing her to get used to his girth but once he thought she was ready, Casey started slamming his cock into her pussy listening to her squeal and moan.
Casey continued slamming Susan’s pussy as she reached up, and started squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples between her fingers.
She had lost all her inhibitions and was enjoying the fucking of her life.
Suddenly she squealed out and started cumming as her entire body shook with an orgasm.
Casey then suggested that they try another position having her lay over the arm of the sofa so he could ease his cock into her pussy from that angle.
As she leaned over the arm of the couch, Casey eased his cock between her cheeks assuring her that was all he was going to do.
He began sliding his cock between Susan’s ass cheeks as she tried squeezing them trapping his cock between them.
The feeling of his cock between her cheeks, and his hard shaft rubbing against her asshole was making her even more aroused.
Finally Casey moved his cock down, and slid the head into her pussy until he was all the way in.
Once he was in Casey started fucking her again.
On a whim Casey slapped her ass with each down stroke.
To both their surprise Susan loved having her ass slapped.
Soon she was saying, “Oh Casey…
slap my ass Hon…
slap it hard!” Casey continued slapping Susan’s sexy ass as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy over and over again as she squealed and moaned.
The harder he slapped her ass the more she loved it.
Her pussy was a lot tighter than Casey had expected which made him want her all the more.
It wasn’t long before Casey felt his balls tighten and start to burn.
Susan must have sensed his impending orgasm, telling him to cum on her ass.
At the very last second Casey pulled out and shot his load over Susan’s hot ass.
He watched as some of his cum oozed between her cheeks while massaging the rest of it into her ass with his cock.
Once they were finished she knelt down, and sucked the remaining cum from Casey cock.
“Thank you Sweetie,” she murmured, “this was just amazing.
Never would I have imagined anything as hot as this.” “Well I just want you to know that you were the best fuck I’ve ever had and I’m not just saying so to make you feel good.
I’d love to get together with you again if you want to.” “Really?” “Of course.
You know it’s about time you start believing in yourself and know that you are one hot woman.” Susan hugged him.
“If you’re serious, and I believe you are we do have another opportunity coming this weekend.
My husband and Greg are leaving Friday evening to go look at college up north, and they won’t be back until late Sunday evening or early Monday.
Would you like to come over Friday?” “I’ll be here.
I’ll see you then.” Susan smiled kissing Casey again before he left for home.
She couldn’t wait until Friday came along and she and Casey could have some more hot sex.
In the Heat of the Night: Part 1 Mother comes home early and catches son masturbating naked in the living room.
It all started the night mom came home early.
I had put a Sharon Stone movie in the DVD Player and was stretched out naked on the living room sofa stroking my soft cock when she walked through the door.
I was watching the screen so intently, waiting for that bathtub scene where Sharon Masturbates, unaware that she is being watched and videotaped, that I wasn’t even aware that mom was standing three feet away, watching me stroke my long, soft shaft.
Are you watching Sliver, Honey? I snapped my head around towards the voice, my hand stopping in mid stroke.
Jesus Christ, mom…what are you doing home? You never get home before one.
I stammered as I looked around frantically for something to cover up with.
There wasn’t anything.
Looking back on that night now, I know that it wouldn’t have mattered anyway because I had already started pumping up and down again on my hardening shaft.
Leaning over she placed her hand over mine, stopping it halfway down my swollen shaft.
I love that movie, Honey.
I watch it late at night when I need to get myself off.
I was going to watch it tonight.
I’m so fucking horny.
Let me take a quick shower and I’ll come down and watch it with you.
OK? Please? It would be so nice to feel a warm body lying beside me as I come.
Maybe you could shoot off on me as I climax.
Sure I’ll wait for you but please hurry back.
You have me so horny that I need to cum right now.
I need to cum too, Honey, but I really do need a shower.
Get up and unzip me.
Help me out of my gown and panties.
Standing behind her I unzipped her long, formal gown and pushed it off her shoulders, as it pooled around her feet, I knelt down in front of her and pulled her sopping wet panties down her thighs and legs.
She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were already hard and erect.
Fix the sofa so it reclines.
I want your body pressed against mine as we masturbate.
Halfway up the stairs, she stopped and turned back towards where I was standing, caressing my cock slowly as my arousal slowly seeped away.
I’d really like it if you would call me Liz from now on.
I mean…if you would like to.
I twisted the sofa around so it faced the TV straight on and pushed both sides back into a fully reclining position.
It would be almost like Liz and I were lying in bed together.
A few minutes later, Liz came back down stairs and stretched out naked against me.
Slipping my left arm beneath her shoulders, I pulled her even tighter into my side.
As I pulled her still tighter against my side, she draped her right thigh and leg over my left thigh and leg, her thigh pressing lightly against my once again hardening shaft.
I flipped the rewind button and started the movie from the very beginning.
As the movie started, Liz turned her face so she was looking straight into my eyes.
I don’t know what it is about watching Sharon masturbate in that bathtub that make me so fucking horny but it does.
I get so fucking horny watching her play with herself that I climax the minute I touch my clitty.
I really don’t know why.
I have never felt sexually attracted to girls.
I don’t think I’m bisexual.
I know that I’m not a lesbian.
I love to fuck.
I know that I want to fuck you, Randy, but not tonight.
Tonight I just want to masturbate while you hold me and shoot off all over me.
Slipping my hand over her shoulder, I took her nipples between my fingers, first one than the other, milking them until they got even harder.
Liz started moaning and squirming against me.
Oh, sweet Jesus, Randy…That feels so fucking good…Been so fucking long since I’ve felt a mans gentle touch.
Liz, there’s nothing wrong with being turned on by watching another girl playing with herself.
It doesn’t mean that you are bisexual, but there isn’t anything wrong with being bisexual if you are a latent bisexual.
Randy, have you ever watched a man masturbate? Have you ever watched two men make love? Did it turn you on? The bathtub scene was just starting and I was already ready to shoot my first load all over Liz’s hot little body.
Yes, Liz, to all three of those questions and I don’t think that I’m bisexual either.
What I think oh sweet Jesus, I’m going to cum all over you what I think is that we are both bi-curious and would like to try it at least once.
As my cock erupted spewing my scalding hot jism all over Liz’s upper thighs and crotch, she started screaming as her first orgasm washed over her.
Wave after wave of orgasms washed over her thrashing body.
It seemed like every mighty spurt of my jism impacting on her flushed flesh, ignited a new wave of orgasms deep inside her.
When she finally stopped cumming, she collapsed against my side and laid motionless for a moment before speaking.
Jesus, honey, it felt so fucking good to climax in a mans arms again.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt this loved, this wanted.
Can you get it up again? I’m still horny.
Liz I love you! I want to make you cum this time.
Lets masturbate each other this time.
I’ll do you and you do me.
OK? Would you like that? Oh, yes! Yes! Please! Make me cum! I need that so fucking bad! Rolling over on my side, my long, soft cock fell across her trembling stomach.
Liz took it in both of her hands, squeezing it, stroking it, slowly at first, but picking up the pace with each stroke as my cock grew harder.
As I felt my jism starting to gather in my balls, swirling around, anxious to start it upward journey to freedom, Liz slipped one of her hands down to cup my nut sack.
As Liz started squeezing and massaging my balls, I worked one, them two, and finally three fingers all the way up inside her steamy hot hole.
Ramming my fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole, keeping time with her pumping hands on my throbbing member.
I could feel Liz’s body begin to tense up against me as her arousal peaked she was about to climax again.
Liz pumped harder on my shaft as she massaged my balls frantically, carrying me right along with her.
As I felt my jism starting its final journey upwards toward freedom, I started working the ball of my thumb over and around her super-sensitive little clit, as I rammed my fingers in and out of her spastic hole, sending her plunging headfirst down into that bottomless abyss of orgasmic bliss once again.
This time, as my cock erupted over and over again, like Old Faithful, Liz moved it back and forth until my cum coated her hair, face, titties, and belly.
Oh, darling, I love you too.
Oh God, I haven’t felt this satisfied in years.
Oh, sweet Jesus, I hope that you will want me tomorrow.
I hope that you….
I kissed her hard on the lips, silencing her, as I tasted my own cum on her lips.
For a brief moment I was shocked when I found that the taste of my own cum was making me horny again.
Shut up, Liz.
I’ll want you tomorrow and for all the tomorrows after that.
I’ll want you for as long as you want me.
Now let’s go to bed…together.
Cradling Liz in my arms, I carried her slowly up the stairs, my throbbing shaft pointing straight ahead, leading the way.
As I laid her gently down on my bed, I straddle her body and lowered my head between her trembling thigh.
As I started to lick her bloated pussy lips, her body arched up forcing her pussy tighter against my mouth.
As my tongue found her hard, erect little love button, I felt myself being engulfed in her hot, moist mouth.
Slowly I found myself being sucked deep down her throat, as her hands started working their magic on my swollen nuts.
Liz’s moans grew to a fever pitch as I circled her sensitive little trigger with the very tip of my tongue, the vibrations sending me over the top and my cock erupted, pumping gallons of cum down her throat.
I felt her throat working frantically as she tried to swallow every drop of my jism.
Then she screamed out around my cock as she exploded into orgasmic ecstasy.
We must have passed out from the intense pleasure and then slipped right into a deep, satisfied sleep because when I woke up again it was daylight.
My face still rested on Liz’s thigh and my lips still pressed against her pussy lips.
Slowly I became aware that she was still holding the head of my cock in her mouth.
I licked my beautiful, sexy lover’s little love button slowly, gently until she woke up climaxing against my face.
She had reacted in her sleep as my cock grew hard in her mouth, pumping on its shaft, running her tongue over its sensitive head.
Once again, she tried valiantly to swallow every drop of my hot jism.
Oh, sweet mother of God, Randy…I thought that I was dreaming.
Oh, God, I never planned on…
I know, honey…I didn’t plan on making love with you either…but I’m glad it happened and I want it to go on happening.
I’m eighteen years old.
I know what I want and I want you, Liz.
I want to make love to you every day and every night.
I want to turn you every which way but loose.
I want to wake up every morning with you beside me.
It doesn’t matter what other people may feel about what we’ve done or what we are going to do, whether they feel it is right or wrong.
We love each other and that makes it right for us.
Now close your eyes and go back to sleep.
I’m going to shower and then go downstairs and fix my beloved breakfast and serve it to her in bed.
Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 33 More family, more problems.
“Remember this place?” Rick clapped Brody on the shoulder as they entered the bar.
“I don’t know wait.” Brody looked around.
“Is this the place you took me when I turned twenty-one?” Rick grinned.
“The very same.
Although I remember it as the place where you barfed in the parking lot when we left.” “Thanks for bringing that up.” “You’re not going to do that again, are you?” “No.
Jesus.” Brody aimed a punch at Rick’s shoulder but his older brother easily dodged.
“Come on, man,” said Rick.
“Let’s grab a table.” They wound their way back to a table in the corner.
Rick waved at a couple of patrons as well as a couple of the waitresses.
Brody wondered just how often his brother was here that the staff would recognize him.
On the other hand, there weren’t that many places to choose from.
Rick gestured at a small round table and Brody nodded.
As he took a seat, he looked around again.
“What do you think?” Rick asked.
“I think .
it looks like a bar.” Brody grinned and picked up a menu.
“And I wouldn’t mind a drink.
And a burger.” “They still don’t have decent burgers in Washington?” “Sure they do.
Five Guys is the best.
I’ll have to take you there next time you come East.
The kids would love it, too.” Rick gave a non-committal shrug and turned his attention to the menu.
Brody ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings and a beer.
Rick went for the bacon-cheeseburger and French fries.
The beers arrived first and Brody watched as his brother downed almost half his bottle in one go.
Had he always done that? “So, how’s it going, Rick?” His brother raised his eyebrows.
“How’s what going?” “Everything.
Come on, man.
Mom’s worried about you.” “When isn’t she worried about all of us?” “True, but right now I think you’re at the top of the list.
How are you?” “I’m okay.
I’m adjusting.” Rick downed more of his beer.
“How’s everything with you? That was a tough game last night.
Is your shoulder okay?” “Oh, yeah, it’s fine.
You know how it is.
You get hit enough you don’t even notice some of them.” Brody rolled his shoulder, pleased when he felt nothing more than a twinge.
“Would have been better if we’d won.” He frowned.
“The ice there sucked; I caught a rough spot and fell.
If I hadn’t done that, the pass never would have gotten by me.” “You can’t do everything.
And isn’t that what your defense is for?” “Yeah, I know.” Brody shrugged.
“Anyway, we’re not here to talk about me.” “What do you want to talk about, then? The Tigers are looking good.” Brody was saved having to reply when the food arrived.
He tried to organize his thoughts, buying more time by drowning his onion rings in ketchup.
“Nice try, man.
How are you doing, really?” “What do you want me to say? I come home one day, the kids are at Amy’s mom’s, and Amy’s telling me she thinks we need to separate.
Now I’m living in a crappy apartment and scheduling time with my own kids.” Rick signaled for another beer before he started on his burger.
That has to be rough.” “It sucks.
Everything sucks right now.
I have to talk to a fucking stranger about what happened in my marriage.
Some goddamned shrink with papers up on the wall saying she knows how to fix marriages.
And you know what?” “What?” “She’s not even fucking married.
Can you believe that shit? I guess that’s fucking irony for you.” Brody waited as the waitress delivered Rick’s beer.
She asked Brody if he wanted another, but he declined and asked for water instead.
As the waitress walked away, he turned his attention back to his brother.
“So, ah, is the counseling helping?” “Are you kidding? The shrink’s on her side, so of course everything is my fault.
Amy says I’m not around enough and she’s tried to work it out but it wasn’t working.
She says I’m not listening.
Ha.” He took another swig of his drink.
“Like I ever do anything else; it’s not like she ever stops talking.” Brody made a sympathetic noise and reached for his glass of water.
Rick went on.
“Every day I’d come home and she was badgering me about where I was, what kept me so long.
For Christ’s sake, I’d go for drinks with the guys after work once in a while and she’d acted like I’d been gone for a month.” “She was probably just upset.
Maybe tired, too.” “I mean, is it so much to ask that after a day of hauling heavy shit around, I grab a few beers before going home?” Rick shook his head, drained his beer, and indicated he wanted another.
Brody searched for a comment.
“Well, she works hard.” Rick scoffed.
Double-shifting all the damn time.” He drank some more.
“Like I don t make enough.
I mean, yeah, I know I’ve had some slow periods, but what the hell the economy sucks for everybody.” Another drink.
“So she works more and more.
I didn’t even want her working in the first place, you know?” Brody looked up from his meal.
What, I can’t take care of my own damn family?” Rick drained his beer and looked for the waitress.
He caught her attention, indicated he wanted more, and turned back to Brody.
“She doesn’t need to work.” “Okay, but ” Rick waved a hand.
“Yeah, I know.
Women work all the time.
Feminism, choices, blah fucking blah.
She told me she always wanted to be a nurse and she was going to do it, so it’s not like I kept her from doing that.” The waitress dropped off the beer and Rick drained half the bottle before she’d gone ten feet away.
“Anyway,” Rick continued, “I figured once the kids were born, she’d stop.
We talked about it; she said she thought she would like staying home with kids.
Then when she was on maternity leave she told me she wanted to go back.” “Lots of women change their minds about that.” “I don’t fucking care about ‘lots of women.’” Rick glared.
“She didn’t have to go back to work.
She could have stayed home with the kids and gone back later.” Brody chose his words with care.
“Not every woman wants to stay home with kids.” “We talked about it and she said she would.
Then she changed her mind.
Now she’s working overtime, talking about taking courses so she can earn more money.
What, construction money’s not good enough for her?” Rick snapped up another bottle.
“Maybe she just likes it.” “Yeah? Maybe she just likes talking to those doctors.
Doctors make plenty of goddamn money.” Brody stared at him.
“What the hell? You think she was cheating on you?” Rick shrugged.
“She probably thinks I’m too dumb to notice that she had lunch with Doctor What’s-his-name five times in a month.” “No, man.” Brody shook his head.
“Amy wouldn t do that.
I just can’t see it.” “Oh yeah?” Rick raised an eyebrow and gestured at Brody with his beer.
“You telling me you never worry about Ryan and all those guys in the other bands?” “No.” Brody hadn’t given it a thought.
Rick threw his head back and laughed.
“Brody, you are .
look, think about it.” He leaned across the table.
“You can honestly sit there and tell me you don’t give a shit about Ryan going on tour, surrounded by by all those guitar players?” Brody relaxed back in his chair.
“She’s been working with Nate and Mitch for years and as far as I know, nothing ever happened.
Why should I suddenly start worrying about guys she hasn’t even met?” Rick gave a mirthless laugh.
“‘As far as I know.’ Yeah, that’s what I thought.
When Amy was looking for a job I figured, hell, she’s been in school with men, what’s the difference if she’s working with them?” He finished his beer, signaled for another.
“Let me tell you, man, there’s a difference.” After the next beer arrived, Rick challenged Brody to a game of pool.
Relieved not to have to continue the conversation, he accepted.
The rest of the night was uneventful, although Rick drank at a rate that surprised Brody, especially since his brother had to work in the morning.
When he made a comment, Rick waved it off and said he had it under control.
Back at his hotel, Brody tried to put it all aside.
He was beat from the game and from the extra travel, and he had an early flight the following day.
Even so, sleep didn’t come easy.
At last, on the plane, Brody let himself think about his time with Rick.
He hadn’t seen that side of his brother before and he didn’t much like it.
Presumably it was exacerbated by the beer Rick had downed six or seven to Brody’s eventual two but one thing he knew about alcohol was that it didn t give a person new personality traits.
It just magnified ones that were already there, and in Rick’s case it appeared anger and bitterness were prominent.
That was why Rick had said those things about Ryan, Brody decided.
He was just projecting.
Brody supposed it was a risk that Ryan might meet someone in the music business, but he didn’t worry about things that hadn’t happened.
What was the point? Besides, things with Ryan were good.
On the other hand, everyone had thought things were good between Rick and Amy, too.
He shook his head.
No sense worrying about things over which he had no control.
Rick was going through a tough time and that was making him pessimistic, but it didn’t mean Brody had to be.
Continue reading Rhythm and the Blue Line Ch 32
An Angel for Christmas-Chapter 2 Gina falls in love with Max the first time they make love.
View Author’s Copyright Information Max and Gina had been working together at the coffee shop near the college that they both attended.
They had been dating for only a month.
But, Gina fell in love with him the night that they had sex for the first time.
The last customer had left for the night and they were closing up the coffee shop.
Max locked the door and grabbed Gina by the waist.
Bringing her to him, he gave her a passionate kiss.
His tongue slipped between her lips and she sucked on it.
She could feel Max s cock growing.
Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.
Max went to unbutton her shirt when she stopped him.
We can t do it here, she exclaimed.
Why not, asked Max pulling her into him.
Somebody will walk by and see us, she replied.
Fine, we ll go in the kitchen, he said as he spun her around and ground his cock into her ass.
With both hands she reached behind him and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand.
She gyrated her ass against him as he brought his hands around to squeeze her breasts.
He was so hot and horny that he thought he was going to cum in his jeans.
He started walking toward the kitchen with Gina in front of him.
She released her grip from his ass and walked toward the kitchen, Max in tow.
As soon as they entered the kitchen Max pulled her to him and kissed her.
His hands roamed down her back and to her ass.
Gina wrapped her arms around him.
She felt like she was floating on air.
Max lifted her up and placed her on the kitchen counter.
Gina leaned back placing her hands on either side of her for support.
Max rubbed Gina s thighs and pushed her uniform dress up to expose her pussy.
She wasn t wearing any panties.
He couldn t believe what a beautiful red mound she had.
He spread her legs to see her wet pinkness.
Getting to his knees, he leaned in and licked her slit.
Sliding a finger into her sweet pussy, Max continued to lick her clit.
Gina unzipped her uniform dress and caressed her breasts.
Max s finger was sliding in and out of her pussy so fast and he was sucking on her clit.
She hadn t been with that many guys.
But, most of them only licked her slit.
They never payed attention to her clit at all.
Gina caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples.
She ran her hand through Max s blonde hair.
Grabbing a handful of his hair she held his face to her pussy while he sucked away at her.
His tongue was doing things to her that only one person had ever done before.
Gina couldn t believe that she was thinking about Angel right now.
But, the way that Max was going down on her reminded her of what Angel had done to her.
Images of Angel s tongue licking and sucking her clit made her even hornier.
She could smell her own juices now.
It was intoxicating.
All she could picture was Angel s sweet pussy right there in front of her face as she licked away at it.
God, how she missed Angel.
After they left for college, Gina had lost touch with Angel.
She hadn t heard from her in two years.
With the way Max was sucking her clit and fingering her hot pussy, she couldn t take it anymore.
Gina leaned her head back and pinched her nipples harder.
Oh God, I m gonna cum, she screamed.
Every muscle in her body tightened.
Max growled into her pussy and shook his head from side to side as he sucked on her clit harder.
Gina s pussy felt like it was going to explode.
She lifted her ass up and ground her pussy into his face.
Nobody had ever made her feel like that since Angel.
A wave of pleasure exploded like a million fireworks bursting in the air.
Ah, ah, yeah, she screamed.
She let out one last, long, moaning ah and melted onto the counter.
Max pulled his finger out of her pussy and licked her dripping slit.
She jumped and pushed his head away.
No more, she panted.
Will you go down on me, Max questioned.
I would love to have your cock in my mouth, she said with a grin.
Max looked up at her and smiled.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.
Their lips met in a frantic tongue lashing.
His hands were all over her body.
And hers were all over him.
Max guided her over to the table by the sink and pulled out a chair.
He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles.
Gina took his long, hard cock in her hands and stroked it up and down.
He sat in the chair as she knelt down in front of him.
Her long red hair cascaded over his legs.
She opened her mouth and closed it over the tip of his cock.
The hot, wet feeling of her mouth almost made him cum right then and there.
He grabbed a handful of her hair in each hand.
He began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth.
She was so beautiful.
Her mouth felt so good on his cock.
With one hand pumping the base of his cock, her mouth sucked away at him.
All he could think about was fucking her up the ass.
Max pushed her hair to the side and held it with one hand.
He wanted to watch her go down on him.
It was the hottest thing that he had ever seen.
Her head bobbed up and down.
She slowed down a bit and began massaging his balls in her other hand.
Every time her mouth came back up to the tip of his cock, she sucked harder and then shoved her mouth back down his shaft.
His eyes rolled in his head.
He was ready to cum.
But, he wanted to fuck her.
Stop, he gasped as he held her head in place.
She looked up at him and removed her mouth from his cock.
I want to fuck you, he growled.
They both stood up and he turned her around and bent her over the table.
She lifted her dress up to her waist.
Her ass was so beautiful.
Max bent over and placed kisses all over her ass.
Hurry, said Gina wiggling her ass at him.
Max put his cock in his hand and stroked it.
He grabbed her hips and placed his cock in between her ass cheeks.
It was a bit dry so he slid his cock between her dripping wet pussy lips.
Gina moaned and thrust her ass towards him.
He thrust his hard cock between her lips again and then brought it to her ass.
He pumped his cock in between her ass cheeks.
Then, holding his cock with one hand, he aimed the tip of it right at her asshole.
The second he touched her asshole and pushed a little bit, she jumped.
I think you ve got the wrong hole, she said.
Max took that as a sign that he wasn t going to fuck her pretty little asshole tonight.
He pushed her ass cheeks open and slid the head of his cock into her wet pussy instead.
Holding her hips, he pulled her onto his cock.
Gina threw her head back and moaned.
The hair that cascaded down her back looked like it was on fire.
He reached for her hair and wrapped his hand in it.
With a handful of hair in one hand and her hip in the other, he thrust his cock in and out of her.
He pulled her hair with each inward thrust of his cock.
She screamed with pleasure and slammed her ass into him.
He pumped harder and faster until he was ready to explode.
He wanted to stick his finger in her ass.
It always felt so good on his cock when he rubbed his finger around in someone s ass.He could feel it on his cock and it made his orgasm more intense.
He kept shoving his cock into her.
He massaged her asshole with his thumb.
Oh, ya, that s it, she moaned.
He switched to his little finger and tried to push it into her asshole.
Ow, that hurts, she cried.
He decided not to force her.
He didn t want to hurt her.
He loved her.
He had fallen in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her.
He pulled her closer to him and reached around in front of her.
He was ready to cum.
He couldn t hold back anymore.
Her ass was so fucking hot.
But, he wanted her to cum too.
He reached his hand around the front of her and started rubbing her clit while he thrust his cock deep inside of her.
His hand worked fast on her clit while he slammed his cock hard and deep inside of her.
She was so wet and her pussy was clenching his cock so hard.
Her pussy was pulsating.
He couldn t hold back anymore.
I m gonna cum, he moaned.
Me too, she panted.
Max stood up and grabbed her by her hips and slammed her ass into him.
He squeezed her ass cheeks together and with a final thrust he exploded inside of her.
Gina let out a scream and ground her ass in a circle against him.
Gina and Max were married a year later.
Now, at the age of 26, Gina was the happiest that she had ever been.
She and Max had just purchased an exotic night club together with the money that his uncle had left him in his will.
The Exotic Butterfly was their baby.
Max spent most of his time there.
And Gina, with a bachelor s degree in journalism, spent a lot of time writing freelance for Bliss magazine.
The article that she had written for Bliss Magazine about the Exotic Butterfly had brought in a lot of customers.
Gina couldn t imagine that life could get any better.
Babe, I m leaving for work, shouted Max.
Max waited by the door for Gina to come say her good-byes.
Gina always gave him a hug and a kiss before he left.
It was something that they had done since they first moved in together six and a half years ago.
Gina got up from her computer desk and wrapped her robe around her.
I m coming baby, Gina yelled to him.
That s what you said last night, Max chuckled.
That s what I say every night, giggled Gina.
Gina reached up and wrapped her arms around Max s neck.
Max leaned down and kissed her passionately.
When her lips parted, he slapped her on the ass and said, I ll wake you up when I get home.
You d better, she said as she opened her robe exposing her naked body.
Max licked his lips and then bent down and took one of Gina s nipples into his mouth.
Gina moaned and pulled him to her.
She gyrated her hips on his leg.
Max released her nipple and kissed her again.
Sorry babe, I gotta go, he said as he pinched her nipple.
You ll have to take care of yourself.
Damn it, why do you do that to me? Cuz I want you to be ready for me when I get home, he said.
I m always ready for you, she said with a sly grin on her face.
Remember, think about what you want for Christmas, said Max.
All I want is you baby, Gina said as she smacked his ass.
I love you, Max said giving her a quick kiss.
I love you more, she replied.
As soon as Max was out the door, Gina headed straight for the bedroom.
He did that to her every time he left for work.
He was so handsome with his blonde spiked hair and azure blue eyes.
His face was sculpted like a Greek god and his body was rock hard just like his dick would be later tonight.
The thought of his hard dick made her pussy ache.
She knew that she wasn t going to be able to get any work done until she took care of herself.
She slid her robe off her shoulders as she walked to the nightstand on Max s side of the bed.
She opened the top drawer, and flipped through the magazines.
She pulled out the December issue of Playboy.
She hadn t seen this one yet.
Gina went to her dresser and lit a few candles.
It was two weeks before Christmas so all her candles were either pumpkin and spice or apples and cinnamon scented.
Opening her top dresser drawer she eyed the plethora of toys before her.
She thought about her Max Vibrating Cock and balls vibrator.
This bad boy is big and very life like.
It s seven inches long and two and half inches in diameter with a suction cup on the bottom.
It s perfect to suction to a chair when she s in the mood to straddle fuck something.
But, she would be straddle fucking her own Max cock later tonight when he came home from work.
Gina giggled at that thought.
Instead, she chose her pink and silver Rabbit Vibrator with a clitoral stimulator.
That would do the job for now.
Gina tossed the magazine on the bed and lay down next to it on her side.
She spread her legs wide and rubbed the Rabbit vibrator along her pussy lips before turning it on.
She grabbed the magazine and opened it up.
The women in this magazine turned her on.
They were so beautiful with their shapely bodies and luscious tits.
She slid the vibrator in and out of her pussy slowly as she scanned the pages of lovely naked bodies.
She was getting more aroused with each woman she saw.
One was sexier than the next.
Gina rolled on her back and wiggled her ass from side to side on the velvety soft bedspread.
This wasn t working.
She wanted to see the women and take care of herself at the same time.
Propping the magazine on her pillow, she got on her knees and faced the headboard.
With her left hand, she ran her hand through her hair.
She traced her curves down her neck to her size 36C left breast.
She kept hearing Max s sexy voice in her head.
I want you to be ready for me when I get home, his voice echoed in her head.
The rabbit vibrator in her pussy was pulsating.
She pushed the vibrator as deep into her hot pussy as it would go.
The clitoral stimulator on the vibrator was driving her mad.
She rocked back and forth on her knees.
As she flipped the page of the magazine, she stopped moving.
There, in all her glory was the centerfold.
Those curves, those breasts, and that long raven hair.
Memories of that night came flooding back.
She hadn t thought about Angel in quite some time.
Seeing Angel spread eagle in the center of Playboy made her so hot.
She rubbed her finger over the picture of Angel s pussy.
Oh how she wanted her again.
She couldn t believe, after all these years, she was seeing her for the first time in Playboy magazine.
Gina lay down on the bed on her belly, the vibrator driving her mad.
She licked the picture of Angel s pussy as she caressed her own breast and pinched her nipple.
She placed a kiss on Angel s lips and traced her tongue down the page to Angel s pussy again.
Gina could still remember how Angel s pussy tasted.
She pumped her ass up and down into the bed as she continued to lick the picture of Angel s pussy.
A wave of pleasure shot through her body.
Her clit was so hard.
She clenched her ass cheeks together.
Her legs stretched out straight and tight.
Her toes were pointed like a ballerina s.
Her pussy started contracting.
Gina fell face first into the magazine as she ground her pussy into the bed.
A sea of thoughts went through her mind as she climaxed.
Would she ever see Angel again? Gina fell asleep on her tummy with her juices dripping into the maroon silk sheets.
She couldn t wait until Max got home and woke her up.
Continue reading An Angel for Christmas-Chapter 1
Friend Zone View Author’s Copyright Information I am literally, always Stuck in the friend zone I m always here To be phoned.
I want to see you have the best.
I do must confess I have nothing to own But all the love that is unknown.
All the guys you are dating They are all asinine.
Why don t you stop baiting, And turn to me for a sign.
I love you My dearest friend The friend zone is irksome I want it to end.