| Lesbian: Masturbation: Evening at Home (1/5) |
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She did miss the sex, but that was all she missed about Marco. She certainly didn’t miss his drinking, or the continuous flow of criticism that seemed to be directed her way. Nor his possessive jealousy and constant phone calls to check up on her movements. She should have known better than to get involved with him, but self recriminations were of no benefit, and at first it did seem to be a perfect arrangement…she hadn’t wanted a full time commitment, and he’d assured her that was fine by him. The first time he’d arrived intoxicated should have been enough, but he’d been able to charm his way past her alerted defences, and convince her it wouldn’t happen again. The sex that night had been fantastic, and for several months he’d skilfully hidden his drinking from her…that was till the day she’d paid him a surprise visit and found him drunk as a skunk in the middle of the afternoon. The argument that followed had been particularly unnerving. The sarcasm and veiled threats had unsettled her. There was another side to him she did not like at all. She’d never been exposed to such behaviour, and was not about to take it from him, or anybody else. She told him just that, and walked from the room and as far as she was concerned, from his life as well. The phone calls that followed, sometimes several in one day, had become more disturbing than ever. She was well aware of his jealous nature, even mildly charmed at first, but there was now a distinctly threatening sarcasm and the constant presence of alcohol. The threat of a restraining order had finally bought him to his senses. It had been five weeks since she’d heard from him. Hopefully she could now move on with her life. No man was about to get that close to her again, at least not for a long while, and even then, he’d have to be very special She was still so much in love with Michael, and the experience with Marco had strengthened that love even more. He’d been dead four years now, taken suddenly in a tragic accident. They had made love the night before, wonderful as always with him, and he’d left early the next morning without waking her. Just a short trip, he’d be back early afternoon. “I won’t wake you in the morning,” he’d said, followed by, “I’ll be home around three in the afternoon. Have your see through top on, and those tight fitting jeans, and oh, those nice brief black panties. It’ll give me great pleasure to remove them from your body in front of the mirror. I like that, slowly lingering, just watching you react. I love the way you react.” That scenario was constantly on her mind. Tragically imprinted. The look on the policeman’s face was also imprinted in her mind. The way she’d swept to the door in a lovely see through top with her breasts delightfully displayed, and flung it open, almost falling into his arms, before realising it was not Mike standing there. What a pathetic sight she must have been. How her heart ached every time she recalled it. Thank goodness there was a female officer with him. She was wonderful the way she gently reached out and stood between them, instinctively shielding her from any further embarrassment. Instead of being gently stripped by Mike that afternoon. Instead of feeling the comfort and strength of his nakedness, she had stood over his |
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this's nice
