wife to know that something is on his mind and distracting him from being with her.
James sits at the dining room table and pours himself a glass of red wine. His wife enters, carrying a big bowl of fresh pasta. She places it down on the table beside him and kisses him on the cheek. “I don’t get a kiss when you come in the door anymore?”
James smiles and looks at her in the eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day.” He kisses her on the lips, but keeps it at just a peck.
Tiffany turns sharply to sit at her end of the dinner table. She throws a dishtowel on the table in frustration. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to bring your negative energy home from work?”
“Are you being serious?” James asks. “I just got here and you’re already on my case?
Tiffany pours herself another glass of wine. “I thought you said that you were going to try to be a better husband for me.” She sets the bottle down on the table and brings the filled glass to her lips. Her eyes pierce into James’ heart and her attitude seeps into his veins.
James is furious inside. “I don’t need this,” he says as he gets up from the table. “I’m leaving.”
“Right, just walk away James. That will solve all of our problems,” Tiffany spits the words out of her mouth as she polishes off her glass of wine. “I make you this huge fucking dinner and all you do is walk out? Fuck you!”
James is already halfway out the door when he hears her call out after him. A part of him wants to go back inside and duel it out. He wants to accuse her of doing things wrong and for driving him away like this, but he doesn’t let it bother him. He shakes it off, gets into his car and heads back towards the college. He heads closer to Taylor.
11
James bursts through the door of Taylor’s dormitory. Unannounced, Taylor was not expecting him at all, and lies in bed clad only by the bed sheet. He slips into bed with her, neither of them saying a word, allowing their bodies to do all of the talking.
He slips out of his clothing, carefully shedding each layer piece by piece, allowing Taylor to take in the sights. She watches his muscles flex as he takes off his shirt, his tanned skin glistens in the moonlight and she can see his sculpted six pack clear across the room. He stands before her only in his underwear, his massive cock barely concealed by his tight black boxers.
He grabs at the blankets and slips in them with Taylor, her warm flesh greeting him. He lies on top of Taylor and presses his naked body down on hers as hard as he can. He traces his strong hands over the mounds of her breasts, down the sides of her torso, along the lines of her stomach and finally between her legs. Taylor moans as his fingers hit her flesh. She is dripping and she can’t contain it. He enters her with one finger and then two. “That feels so good,” Taylor whispers to him.
James continues moving his fingers inside of her. He moves them to simulate sex, and then he changes it up and flicks her hot spot. With each thrust, Taylor is driven more and more wild. He kisses her deeply and bites and sucks on her bottom lip. His tongue massages Taylor’s and the passion between the two of them is insurmountable. He pulls away and begins tonguing at her ear. Between his fingers deep inside of her and the tonguing of the ear, Taylor doesn’t know if she can handle much more. “I want to taste you,” James whispers to her softly.
The words drive Taylor even wilder. Her body responds by becoming more and more wet. James smiles at her and starts kissing her body all the way down. He takes her breasts in his mouth and massages them deep. His tongue flicks against her hard nipples and she moans in delight. He traces his tongue all the way down her stomach and as he comes up on her spot, he avoids it and traces his tongue on her thighs. “Can I taste you?” James asks, inches away from her.
“Yes, please,” Taylor,
James sits at the dining room table and pours himself a glass of red wine. His wife enters, carrying a big bowl of fresh pasta. She places it down on the table beside him and kisses him on the cheek. “I don’t get a kiss when you come in the door anymore?”
James smiles and looks at her in the eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day.” He kisses her on the lips, but keeps it at just a peck.
Tiffany turns sharply to sit at her end of the dinner table. She throws a dishtowel on the table in frustration. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to bring your negative energy home from work?”
“Are you being serious?” James asks. “I just got here and you’re already on my case?
Tiffany pours herself another glass of wine. “I thought you said that you were going to try to be a better husband for me.” She sets the bottle down on the table and brings the filled glass to her lips. Her eyes pierce into James’ heart and her attitude seeps into his veins.
James is furious inside. “I don’t need this,” he says as he gets up from the table. “I’m leaving.”
“Right, just walk away James. That will solve all of our problems,” Tiffany spits the words out of her mouth as she polishes off her glass of wine. “I make you this huge fucking dinner and all you do is walk out? Fuck you!”
James is already halfway out the door when he hears her call out after him. A part of him wants to go back inside and duel it out. He wants to accuse her of doing things wrong and for driving him away like this, but he doesn’t let it bother him. He shakes it off, gets into his car and heads back towards the college. He heads closer to Taylor.
11
James bursts through the door of Taylor’s dormitory. Unannounced, Taylor was not expecting him at all, and lies in bed clad only by the bed sheet. He slips into bed with her, neither of them saying a word, allowing their bodies to do all of the talking.
He slips out of his clothing, carefully shedding each layer piece by piece, allowing Taylor to take in the sights. She watches his muscles flex as he takes off his shirt, his tanned skin glistens in the moonlight and she can see his sculpted six pack clear across the room. He stands before her only in his underwear, his massive cock barely concealed by his tight black boxers.
He grabs at the blankets and slips in them with Taylor, her warm flesh greeting him. He lies on top of Taylor and presses his naked body down on hers as hard as he can. He traces his strong hands over the mounds of her breasts, down the sides of her torso, along the lines of her stomach and finally between her legs. Taylor moans as his fingers hit her flesh. She is dripping and she can’t contain it. He enters her with one finger and then two. “That feels so good,” Taylor whispers to him.
James continues moving his fingers inside of her. He moves them to simulate sex, and then he changes it up and flicks her hot spot. With each thrust, Taylor is driven more and more wild. He kisses her deeply and bites and sucks on her bottom lip. His tongue massages Taylor’s and the passion between the two of them is insurmountable. He pulls away and begins tonguing at her ear. Between his fingers deep inside of her and the tonguing of the ear, Taylor doesn’t know if she can handle much more. “I want to taste you,” James whispers to her softly.
The words drive Taylor even wilder. Her body responds by becoming more and more wet. James smiles at her and starts kissing her body all the way down. He takes her breasts in his mouth and massages them deep. His tongue flicks against her hard nipples and she moans in delight. He traces his tongue all the way down her stomach and as he comes up on her spot, he avoids it and traces his tongue on her thighs. “Can I taste you?” James asks, inches away from her.
“Yes, please,” Taylor,
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