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Honey
Chapter 1 - Frustration
She does it again. She teases me, lets me kiss her and lay her down on the sofa. She clings to me, presses her body to mine, lets me feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest. It really turns me on how she doesn't wear a bra under that nightie.
She sighs and moans as I touch her through the smooth fabric, doesn't seem to mind my hand traveling up her thigh under her silky nightie. She smells like her shampoo and some kind of flowers that I can't quite identify.
Then suddenly she pushes me away and turns her attention back to the TV like it'd be the most interesting thing in the world.
"Charlie... I'm trying to watch this."
"Come on... honey..." I know she can hear the disappointment in my voice. But I don't want to push her, I persist on being the gentleman that I am.
It's not that I don't miss going out with girls who adore me, girls who take off their panties and tell me to do whatever I want.
"Oh Charlie, you're the best, please do whatever you want to me."
And they're right, I am the best. Don't want to sound smug but I've never met a girl who I couldn't make scream.
Except for this one, of course.
I never date more than one girl at a time, I'm not that type of a guy. I can take two girls out, entertain a whole bunch of them (and they love me, did I mention that?) but I never DATE more than one. This is my girl and I'm faithful to my girl, even if we've been seeing each other for three months and haven't yet slept together.
Like said, I am a gentleman and I won't push her into anything. But I am also a normal, healthy man and I'm getting slightly frustrated.
Then there's that crazy drag queen of a father of hers. Every time I'm about to get lucky she either rejects me or Gauss Magnets waltzes in. Sometimes, quite often actually, I wonder what the hell am I doing in this relationship. But then I just take a look at her, think "gods, she's so beautiful" and suddenly there is no question anymore.
It's not just her looks, she's a brave woman and even though it's sometimes not that clear she wants to do the right thing and she's ready to fight for it. Her stubborness occationally drives me crazy but she wouldn't be herself without it, not the woman I fell in love with.
When she sits there curled up like a cat on the sofa, her nightie ruffled above her knees, those pretty lips pouting as she stares at the TV, I want her madly.
I sigh, get up and head to the bathroom to take care of my raging hardon.
She does it again. She teases me, lets me kiss her and lay her down on the sofa. She clings to me, presses her body to mine, lets me feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest. It really turns me on how she doesn't wear a bra under that nightie.
She sighs and moans as I touch her through the smooth fabric, doesn't seem to mind my hand traveling up her thigh under her silky nightie. She smells like her shampoo and some kind of flowers that I can't quite identify.
Then suddenly she pushes me away and turns her attention back to the TV like it'd be the most interesting thing in the world.
"Charlie... I'm trying to watch this."
"Come on... honey..." I know she can hear the disappointment in my voice. But I don't want to push her, I persist on being the gentleman that I am.
It's not that I don't miss going out with girls who adore me, girls who take off their panties and tell me to do whatever I want.
"Oh Charlie, you're the best, please do whatever you want to me."
And they're right, I am the best. Don't want to sound smug but I've never met a girl who I couldn't make scream.
Except for this one, of course.
I never date more than one girl at a time, I'm not that type of a guy. I can take two girls out, entertain a whole bunch of them (and they love me, did I mention that?) but I never DATE more than one. This is my girl and I'm faithful to my girl, even if we've been seeing each other for three months and haven't yet slept together.
Like said, I am a gentleman and I won't push her into anything. But I am also a normal, healthy man and I'm getting slightly frustrated.
Then there's that crazy drag queen of a father of hers. Every time I'm about to get lucky she either rejects me or Gauss Magnets waltzes in. Sometimes, quite often actually, I wonder what the hell am I doing in this relationship. But then I just take a look at her, think "gods, she's so beautiful" and suddenly there is no question anymore.
It's not just her looks, she's a brave woman and even though it's sometimes not that clear she wants to do the right thing and she's ready to fight for it. Her stubborness occationally drives me crazy but she wouldn't be herself without it, not the woman I fell in love with.
When she sits there curled up like a cat on the sofa, her nightie ruffled above her knees, those pretty lips pouting as she stares at the TV, I want her madly.
I sigh, get up and head to the bathroom to take care of my raging hardon.