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I liked my new place. Maybe it was a little small, but it was an expensive luxury condo, and what made me really happy about it was the walls were painted blue–that soft, tranquil kind of blue that makes you forget everything you knew before.

Also, my neighbors seemed nice Gym And Juice. I had met two of them, a couple, in the elevator briefly while bringing up my endless boxes of books. The woman was very warm and friendly and introduced herself as Ali. She was rather stunning, in her mid-thirties, with a tall, slim, willowy body and great, flowing legs beneath her cut-off shorts. She had clear blue eyes and long, silky blonde hair.

Her boyfriend’s name was David. He was older, early fifties, stocky, and about him there was… I couldn’t find the words… A sort of unspoken yet intense sensual overpowering. Dark hair and a pair of hazel eyes I could lose myself in. Something wicked danced in those eyes, and it was somehow stirring yet terrifying, like when you want something so bad you’re in horror of what you’d do for it.

The things her ass would do for this man… sins suddenly thought. he shivered at myself.

I was divorced but still young, in my late twenties. My ex was my high school sweetheart, and I’d had no experience with men before him, except for awkward attempts at kissing.

My husband had been kind and handsome. We were married at eighteen. But for some reason, Henry’s love-making left me cold and yearning. He’d climb on top of me and turn his face away from mine and push himself in and out of my vagina for about two minutes… And then it was over. I just felt undesired, unwanted.

One day as I was shopping for a Christmas present for Henry in the mall I saw a man sprawled on a bench. He looked rough, unshaven. A gold chain hung down his exposed chest curling with black hair, his forearms showing the tantalizing tips of snake-like tattoos. The way he looked at me… The images that flashed into my mind were raw and visceral. I looked at the bulge in his tight jeans and imagined dropping my packages and sliding down between his legs, tugging at the belt of his fly and unzipping it, his beautiful cock straining upwards, hard and painfully engorged, aching for me to free it with my soft hand.

For I yearned deeply – no, I was haunted by the need – to know the taste of a man, the feel of him in my mouth, to lick and suck at his balls as he ran his hands roughly through my long black curly tresses. To know if he would enjoy it from me. For I had to be undesirable, it seemed. Why else would Henry be so uncomfortable fucking me? I felt Gym And Juice, and ashamed for the slut I was. Once I had tried reaching my hand down towards Henry’s cock but he slapped it away with a firm, resounding No.

And so I started watching porn videos clandestinely in the evenings when Henry was asleep. (I had found a little discreet shop not too far away from the mall.) My flesh felt fevered and seared as I watched the exact things I craved for but could not have in this life as a woman. I watched a woman in ponytails and a cheerleader’s skirt raised to her waist crouching on the floor, legs spread open wide to the camera as she slapped her fingers against her pink, wet pussy, so wet it seemed to have glossed the tops of her inner thighs. All the while a man stood beside her and she pumped his lovely, thick cock with the beautiful smooth head with her long, red finger-nailed hand, swirling her tongue around the tip, letting it enter and leave her mouth with a satisfying plop.

She playfully slapped the head against her mouth and face. Then she began sucking him voraciously and took him in as far as she could, gagging on his length, and for some reason, I really liked this, because whenever she’d come back up for air the beautiful shimmering strands of saliva (Gym And Juice) would be connected from her mouth to the tip of his engorged dick, and oh, he would be moaning, moaning so loudly, saying, “That’s it, baby. Be Daddy’s good girl and take that cock…”