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EU liberals seem ready to sacrifice our democracy
By Ante Wessels | November 23, 2014
Marietje Schaake, the European Parliament's liberal group's (ALDE) spokesperson on the trade agreement with the US (TTIP) published a blog on investor-state arbitration (ISDS).
I will discuss her arguments below; to avoid cherry picking, I will quote her whole blog (for the links and images see her blog).
I conclude that a majority of the European Parliament liberal group seems ready to sacrifice the separation of powers, and democracy, for no good reason. As things stand now, the liberals won't fight for our democracy.
Schaake:
"ISDS – what's going on?
Posted in: Timeline, Top Stories
One of the most hotly debated topics around the negotiations of a trans-Atlantic Trade and Investment Partnership (TTIP) is the so-called Investor-State Dispute Settlement (ISDS) mechanism. However, many of you may ask, 'what exactly is ISDS?'
In 1959, Germany became the first country to conclude a bilateral investment agreement when it closed an agreement with Pakistan. It is unclear when exactly the first ISDS clause was introduced, though the agreement between the Netherlands and Kenya of 1970 contains an early reference (article 11). By the '80s ISDS clauses were common features in bilateral investment agreements. This clause allows a company, from either of the two countries investing in the other, to bring the government of that country before an international arbitration court if it believes it has been unfairly treated. This would be for example if property is expropriated or if a contract is broken. In most bilateral agreements, investors are granted access to the domestic legal system, while sometimes requiring investors to exhaust all local remedies before proceeding to international arbitration.
ISDS clauses have been especially popular for Western governments and companies when closing an agreement with a country where the rule of law was not a given. (This study, commissioned by the Dutch government, provides a good oversight of the history and development of ISDS) Companies often seek legal certainty before they make large-scale investments. The idea of creating rules to facilitate investment makes sense from that angle. We should not forget that investment is a very important foundation of economic growth. The current European stagnation is partly caused by a lack of access to capital, for example for SMEs."
Schaake wants more inbound investments. She wants to give foreign investors legal certainty. Europe has received massive investments; lack of legal protection has never been an issue. Lack of legal protection did not cause our crisis, and more legal protection will not solve our crisis. There is no convincing evidence that ISDS leads to more inbound investments. Brazil never ratified ISDS agreements; it continues to receive lots of foreign investment. There is no link between lack of ISDS and our current stagnation. Schaake suggests a way out of our crisis that is a fata morgana.
Democratic process
"Although TTIP has brought ISDS to the current public debate, it is not new. There are over 3000 agreements containing ISDS clauses in the world, and many of the 1400 bilateral agreements EU member states have also contain ISDS. It has become a complex patchwork, and European member states even have ISDS in agreements with each other. The most infamous European ISDS case, concerning Vattenfall challenging the loss of investment as a result of the banning of nuclear energy, has been filed under the agreement between Germany and Sweden. There has been no ruling yet.
Opponents of ISDS claim it would derail the democratic process and allow companies to sue governments left, right and centre. But has this been the case so far? In the 55 years since the conclusion of that first ISDS clause by Germany, 568 cases have been initiated, of which 274 have been concluded (i.e. 294 cases are still pending). Of these, 43 per cent were concluded in favour of the states, 31 per cent in favour of the investor and 26 per cent has been settled."
These numbers are incomplete; they only count the known cases and they do not count the threats. The settled cases have incurred unknown costs on states. Threats, cases and legal costs all have a chilling effect.
"Moreover, more than half (54 per cent) of the cases were brought by companies from European member states. The majority of cases were brought against African and South American states. (click here for a comprehensive overview of current and past ISDS cases)"
Does Schaake want to claim that cases by companies from EU member states can not derail the democratic process? Swedish investors won an ISDS case against Romania. What did Romania do wrong? Romania brought its policies in line with EU legislation. EU countries have been respondents in 117 known cases.
Covered investments
"Another critical claim is that we have seen a dramatic increase in the number of new ISDS cases, from around ten cases a year in 2000 to more than fifty in 2013. While this sounds alarming, we must see it in the context of a significant increase in global investment flows. The growing number of cases between 2000 and 2014 is directly caused by an increase of global investment stocks in the same period from 7 trillion USD to 25 USD."
Schaake refers to the wrong numbers. Most of these investment stocks are not covered by ISDS. More adequate numbers would have been: investment stocks covered by ISDS. In addition, contrary to what Schaake writes ("directly caused"), there is no causality, as an alternative explanation is possible: the increase in the number of new ISDS cases is caused by expansive interpretation of investment protection clauses by for-profit arbitrators.
Moreover, the argument backfires. TTIP would expand covered investment stocks by far more than all existing treaties combined. (page 29)
Presently 1% of US foreign direct investment stock in the EU is covered by ISDS; this led to nine ISDS cases. Coverage of 100% of US foreign direct investment stock in the EU may lead to hundreds of cases against the EU and EU countries. Multinationals will also be able to use the agreements with Canada, Singapore or other countries, if concluded.
Contrary to what Schaake writes, the numbers are alarming.
"Many of these investments went to developing countries where there are often more concerns about the rule of law.
World stocks investment inward 1980 – 2014
There are still other problems surrounding ISDS procedures. The language used in the ISDS clauses is unclear, so that companies can bring governments before courts for a broad range of issues. Furthermore, the arbitrators are not always independent as they often work on other cases and work for both companies and governments. The procedures take place behind closed doors and documents are rarely accessible. These are valid concerns that we have been addressing in the European Parliament, and that are shared by the European Commission.
To make the needed improvements, the Commission has proposed innovations to ISDS, which would increase transparency, limit the issues which companies can sue for, protect the right and space of governments to regulate and looks to guarantee the independence of arbitrators. (click here for a link to the Commission's proposals)"
Last summer over 110 scientists published a Statement of Concern about Planned Provisions on Investment Protection and Investor-State Dispute Settlement (ISDS) in the Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership (TTIP). The statement shows the commission failed to solve a long list of issues.
"Are there any supporters of ISDS? Maybe… To make sure all voices are heard, the Commission froze the negotiations on ISDS in TTIP to hear from people. And 160.000 responded. We want to know as soon as possible what these consultations say about what stakeholders think about this new ISDS. In any case it shows people know and care about EU politics.
After all the discussion on ISDS, one may wonder, 'are there no alternatives to ISDS?'. As a matter of fact, two alternatives have been suggested, but both are not without problems.
The first is state-to-state dispute settlement. States would then take the case of a company upon themselves, and address it before a tribunal. This creates a problem for small and medium size enterprises, which may not have the resources to convince their government that their case is worthy of attention. A second problem is that the cases might well be influenced by inter-state relations and other global events.
The second alternative is a permanent ISDS tribunal, much in the way the WTO also has a permanent tribunal for dispute settlement. This is definitely a good option, but it will probably not be put in place very soon. Therefore, while the idea is good, it will not solve the current debate."
Local courts and insurance are two more alternatives. Both exist.
Why ISDS?
"That leaves the question, 'why do we need this system between the EU and the US?' Surely, the EU and the US have highly predictable and well-functioning legal systems that do not need separate rules to protect companies? Yet, businesses in both the EU and the US do not always agree. European companies question whether they would get the same treatment in Texas as a Texan company would, or the same trial in New York as their American competitor. American companies on the other hand wonder whether they would get the same treatment as local companies would in for example Italy or Romania. These are not easy questions, but we should not shy away from them."
Adjudicative systems are not perfect. People are not perfect. But Schaake does not provide proof of systemic failures. If there would be proof of systemic failures, we would have to repair our systems. Schaake does not argue that our legal systems are beyond repair.
Let's go one step further. There is no reason to add ISDS to an agreement with China. Companies can take a political risk insurance.
China's investments in the EU are growing. Above I mentioned that last summer over 110 scientists published a Statement of Concern which shows that the commission failed to solve a long list of issues. We should not expose ourselves to ISDS cases. Especially not as flaws in trade agreement are hardly reversible.
"Complex facts may not always be as sexy as fast claims, but I'm afraid trade negotiations are often very technical and complex to understand. They are not the material for one-liners.
Hypes are easily born. This article from Euractiv for example, purported that the French government stated that it would not sign TTIP in 2015 and was against including ISDS in TTIP. However, this claim is incorrect if we look at the transcript from the hearing the article is based on. It is even a completely incorrect translation of a French version of the article posted on the same website.
We need to make sure that the current problems with the system are remedied in the agreements that already exist, and we must make sure that European (and other) governments retain their right to regulate. But to have that debate, we need the facts and not the fiction."
What can I say? Schaake used incomplete numbers, referred to wrong numbers; her focus on numbers backfired. I did not see one good argument. And she overlooked the Statement of Concern, published by over 110 scientists, mentioned above.
Agreements without ISDS are not a problem. The Cato Institute is a staunch proponent of investment and free trade. It advises to purge trade agreements of ISDS. Dan Ikenson may have produced the best quote: "ISDS is ripe for exploitation by creative lawyers."
"The consultation from the European Commission will come out soon, and that will provide us with a more solid ground to weigh the pros and cons of ISDS once more, this time based on a major crowd sourced consultation, hearing the voices of people from all over Europe."
The commission will present the results of the consultation. Will they admit they failed to solve a long list of issues? Will they admit ISDS is rigged to the advantage of the United States? The commission does not want to renegotiate the draft agreement with Canada, so they can not admit they messed up. We can not expect the truth from the commission. The commission will not fight for our democracy.
"Correction: This article was updated on 19 November to rectify an earlier version which stated that the first ISDS clause was introduced into the 1959 BIT between Germany and Pakistan, whereas in fact this agreement contains a state-to-state dispute resolution mechanism."
Crown jewels: Separation of powers
The separation of powers is a core aspect of liberalism, of our democracy. I have noted various times, also in letters to the European Parliament International Trade committee, of which Schaake is a member, that ISDS does not observe the separation of powers and is rigged to the advantage of the United States. (letter 1, letter 2)
Schaake is the ALDE (liberal) group's spokesperson on the trade agreement with the US. We can see her blog post as an indication of the group position.
The liberal group seems ready to sacrifice the separation of powers, and democracy, for no good reason. As things stand now, the liberals won't fight for our democracy.
Like with ACTA, citizens will have to step in.
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Rebentisch on November 24, 2014 at 4:10 pm said:
What is special is that we hear a lot the point raised that Germany was first, but that had been mostly a talking point from abroad. EU ISDS powers are only a recent development. We have to examine closely what ISDS means in a specific context. I often listened to the objection that trade treaties without enforcement mechnism would be too weak. Still the question remains if ISDS is suitable, I doubt so, esp. between advanced countries.
Marietje Schaake voices quite constructive criticism. Technically the ISDS may not compromise the separation of powers but the rule of law as this instrument is intentionally biased towards foreign investors while discriminating domestic players. The main effect of the instruments does not extent to its actual application but political dissuation of regulatory action. Thus the number of cases is an insufficient indicator.
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Luke doesn't know where he's going exactly. It's way too early to go home, as his wife is only due to be getting picked up by the guy about now. Luke's driving toward the park intending to go sit in the gazebo when his phone buzzes with a text.
Annabelle: He's here and I'm super nervous! Wish me luck xx
Luke pulls over. His chest has tightened and his gut has turned.
Luke: Love you baby xx
He watches the screen for a response but there's nothing after a few minutes so he drives on across town. It's a 30 minute drive to the park. The place is almost deserted on a week day afternoon. He sits in the gazebo staring out at the gardens, trying to picture where Annabelle is and exactly what's happening with the guy. She didn't know where he was taking her, and she was planning to dress in plain, conservative clothing Luke has seen her wear out to cafes and the like quite often. He keeps flashing between the image of a simple coffee between a couple of school friends still going on and the guy having skipped the coffee and taken her back to his place where he's currently fucking her.
It's four-thirty when Luke drives away from the park and almost five when he approaches his street with his skin in a cold sweat and his heart thumping. He turns the corner and his chest tingles with some weird kind of relief when he sees there are no cars at his house.
He slows but doesn't stop, pulling up after driving another block to the shopping centre parking area where he won't be detected spying. He checks the time again and decides it's more likely that they haven't arrived back at the house yet, rather than the guy having already left.
Another painfully slow twenty minutes pass where Luke virtually stares at the time on the car radio tick over. Then his phone buzzes and his heart leaps excitedly. He fumbles with the screen lock and gets up the message.
Annabelle: At home getting changed for him. Love you too xx
Luke types with shaking hands, his entire body weak and almost numb.
Luke: Okay baby I'll be waiting
He drives. His mind is floating now. He can easily picture what's happening between the guy and his wife but he doesn't want to anymore. He sees Annabelle's smile and feels her in his arms. He hears her laugh and smells her beautiful scent.
He pulls up across the street and along a bit from their home. There's a late model dark-grey sports car parked in the driveway. The house is closed, blinds shut. Luke swallows at the ache in his throat, not watching the clock tick over this time – just staring at his front door as shadows slowly lengthen and the street lights come on.
Almost two hours have passed and he has hardly moved a muscle. His front door finally opens and the guy closes it behind him striding to his car, backing out onto the road and speeding off in the opposite direction.
Luke immediately pulls around into his driveway, not bothering with the garage. His heart is in his throat as he opens his front door and walks in. "Annabelle?"
"I'm in here!" his wife calls from the main bathroom, her voice light and happy.
Luke goes to the bathroom and finds her looking in the mirror and wiping at her face. She has her little satin robe on but it's open. She turns, smiling, and Luke sees that her breasts and belly are smeared with cum. Her hands are also wet with it and there's a thick gooey string of it in her hair.
"Is that…?" Luke asks, his voice failing.
Annabelle nods. "Uh huh. It's his semen. I already cleaned up once a while ago. This is his second load and there's nearly as much as the first time."
"He came on you?" Luke asks stupidly. "Like…?"
"Just from my hand," Annabelle says sweetly. "Both times were with my hand."
"Oh okay. That's umm, that's what we said. That's good then."
"Yeah, it was just like we said," Annabelle confirms, moving closer. She looks down at herself and stops though. She touches the goo on her belly then looks at her hands. "There's so much of it from him," she says and looks more closely at the fingers of her left hand. She spreads them and cum strings between them. She gathers the string with the tip of her tongue and takes it into her mouth. She continues to lick all around her wedding rings and sucks them clean. She sucks from beneath then turns her hand and sucks around the diamond.
"Baby, that's umm…." Luke starts, then swallows hard at what he's seeing his wife do.
"I know," she says and wipes a glob from her breast and sucks those fingertips clean. "Don't worry, his tastes every bit as yucky as yours. I just don't want to wash it away or anything. I licked up as much of his first load as I could and swallowed it for him – which he really enjoyed. And rubbed the rest into my skin. So now I'm really sticky everywhere."
Luke watches transfixed with his cock firming as Annabelle gathers the last obvious glob of semen with her fingers and carefully smears it over her pussy lips. She looks reddened and open down there. Luke gulps. "Did he um…?"
Annabelle peers up from what she's doing and nods. "He fingered me quite a few times, Luke. He's got huge fingers too. Like really long and thick as well. And so is his thingy. It's frigging enormous!"
Luke nods and gulps again as Annabelle finds the glob of semen in her hair and carefully gathers it. She spreads her fingers and watches it string between them. She looks down at herself and presses against her little bush with her free hand then wipes that cum into her pussy lips as well.
She peers up at Luke watching intently. "Do you like that? Should I put my fingers inside or just rub on the outside?"
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Catherine looked at the other two boys as Tod's hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing, so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping, and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again, Tod released her then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress.
"Fuck yes!" Paulo groaned, while Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open.
Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple, her dress sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending, though, and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile.
Next they had a ride on the go-carts, then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. "This is for you," he announced to Catherine. "But I'll carry it for you."
There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark, and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts.
They got back to the Ferris wheel, and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive.
Catherine smiled up at him. "What is it?" she asked sweetly.
"Well…." he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. "Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?"
"Sat next to me?" Catherine repeated.
"Yeah – if he sat with you and had a feel like I did."
Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. "Is that what you want?" she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought. "I'll do it if you say so," she added softly, before the guy had a chance to change his mind.
They got back into line, and when their turn came around, Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard.
The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for Paulo to do something. The wheel had gone around once, and on the way up the second time, Paulo put his arm across the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then Paulo's fingers wiggled in further, and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over Catherine's nipple, sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast, and he started feeling it and massaging firmly.
Catherine looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down, and she lifted her arm more so the other boy could get his hand in underneath her dress.
Paulo felt the girl's bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead, and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit, and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand, but she wedged her hands between her thighs and stopped him.
Being denied that, Paulo concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard the girl's nipple was, and he pinched it then jiggled her tit and pinched it again.
"You're next," Tod said to his brother, making Catherine's blush deepen.
"No – that's okay," Timmy stammered nervously, and the other two boys laughed.
Catherine relaxed back against Paulo while he continued feeling her breast. The boys started laughing and chatting, which eased the tension. Catherine just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn't so much what the boy was doing, but the fact that it was in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching the other one do it.
Paulo also continued stroking her leg, and Catherine relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh, and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties, and she looked down and could see them exposed. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. The ride finally ended, though, and Catherine was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again, then he spent the last of his money on a soda, while she had to buy her own. It was getting late, so they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island.
The sea was like glass it was so calm. They cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her, then he moved to her ear and whispered, "Can I fuck you again?"
"What – now?" Catherine uttered.
"Yeah. It's too dark for them to see anything."
"But how? There's no room," Catherine protested, tingling all over.
"Cut the engine, Timmy," Tod commanded, and suddenly it was silent as the boat slowed to a drift. "Lie over the front and let me do it from behind again," he said to Catherine.
"I've got a rubber here."
He put the condom in his teeth and started undoing his shirt and shorts. Catherine just turned around and obediently leaned over the bow of the boat. The seat was padded, and she knelt on that. It wasn't uncomfortable.
"You have to lick her a bit to make her wet," Paulo said, causing Catherine to blush in the moonlight.
Tod got down on his knees and lifted her dress up over her hips. He then pulled her panties down and stuck his face into her, licking at her pussy and making her squirm even more than on the Ferris wheel. She could feel his tongue darting into her slit, and she tilted her hips and presented herself for him while looking back at the other two boys watching. She was in a daze and unable to think clearly. It was all sort of a blur – how she got to be there ready to be mounted by one guy while two others watched.
Tod had finished preparations, so he got up and stuck his cock in. It slipped in easily, and he moved right over Catherine's back and started humping her.
Catherine held onto the rail at the front of the boat and braced against the guy's weight while keeping her hips tilted and presenting her opening for him. It was again all about him getting off, but she enjoyed that. He was pounding into her and pulling her body back against his cock, and she was looking back over her shoulder at the other two boys watching him.
Tod then started to grunt and gasp for breath, his thrusts getting more deliberate and seemingly deeper. His thighs were pressed against the back of Catherine's, and she felt them tense up as his arms firmed and held her in place. Then his body convulsed, and she felt his cock throbbing. It went on and on, and she found herself staring at the still water lapping against the side of the boat. It was the third time that day he had been inside of her, and he was emptying his balls completely that time. She just waited until he finished and lifted from her back with his little cock slipping out.
Catherine's panties were around her knees. She pulled them up before turning to face the other two boys. Timmy looked stunned while Paulo was just grinning. There was enough moonlight to see their faces quite clearly, and Catherine smiled shyly at them.
Tod tossed the condom into the water, and it just floated there with his semen slowly leaking from it. Catherine watched it and felt herself blushing again. It was the third one of those he had filled up inside of her, and this one looked as full as the first one did.
"That felt good," Tod puffed. "Did you like it when I licked you?"
"Uh huh," Catherine uttered. "It was nice."
"What about your knees – did they hurt kneeling on the seat like that?"
"No – it was fine," Catherine said shyly, looking at the other two boys again. Timmy was still staring blankly at her and Paulo was still grinning.
Tod's breathing was returning to normal. He rested back, looking across at his buddy.
"She feels really good from behind like that," he said, causing Catherine's blush to fire up again. "She pushes back against you and makes you go in really deep." He squeezed
Catherine's knee. "Don't you?"
"Uh huh," she uttered again.
"So, do you want to try it?" he asked Paulo.
Paulo nodded. "Yeah – I want to…."
"Can he?" Tod asked Catherine, and another hot flush swept over her entire body.
"Okay," she said softly, biting her lip…..
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Taken by her boss
Annabelle comes from the bedroom wringing her hands in front. Luke's heart thumps at sight of his wife. The little grey skirt she's wearing looks even shorter than the first time he saw it. It reveals her full thigh gap. She sits up on her stool and Luke doesn't even need to tilt his head to see her crotch. Her panties are white satin with a pretty lace trim around the edges – the lace extending above the tiny patch of satin and her pink skin visible through it – the top of her slit visible as a slightly darkened indentation. All of this is clearly on display with the tiny skirt stretched taut across her slender thighs and not even covering her bottom, as is apparent in how high the garment has ridden up at the sides.
Luke's cock has firmed. "What about when you cross your legs – do your panties still show?"
Annabelle nods and crosses her legs to demonstrate. The view is then limited to a small triangle of lace with the indentation of her slit still clearly visible. She uncrosses her legs and rubs down to her knees. "Is this okay?"
Luke swallows hard and nods. He then leans forward and has a look down the front of Annabelle's blouse. The matching white satin and lace bra is less revealing than the one she modelled the other day. It's very pretty though, and offers a view of nipple through the lace – the blouse gaping quite a lot with just the one button undone.
"He's gonna go nuts for you, baby. I mean, I know he will have his hands all over you at some point. I'm expecting that much."
"Uh huh – me too," Annabelle utters. "I can't wait for him to get here now but I'm also too nervous." She looks around. "I've still got two hours to wait. I think I might get changed and go for a jog."
"Oh okay. Good idea. I'm just gonna get dressed and take off. I'm not going to work today though, so I'll just take your car, okay?"
"Oh? You're not working?"
"No, I'm too nervous too, baby. I'm going for a drive down the coast – just get out on the highway and try to chill."
Annabelle is standing on her front porch when Paul Jamison pulls up in her driveway. She has her trusty favourite cardigan in her hand, strategically covering her bare upper thighs, and she keeps it in place as she hurries to the passenger side of the car. She is there waiting before Paul has had time to get out and open her door. He leans across and does so, beaming a smile as she slips into the soft leather seat – bare against her panty-covered bottom – her cardigan still strategically in place.
"Hi," she sings cheerily while fastening her seatbelt. "Can we get going, please?"
Paul peers at the house, seemingly looking for her husband's face in one of the windows, and backs out to zoom off up the street.
Annabelle's plan is to break the expectation she had given the guy with her texting and the phone call. She needs to backtrack in order to meet the new limitations she has agreed to with her husband. She's actually quite pleased to do so, feeling as though she had indeed gone too far too fast with this man she hardly knows.
He seems to have picked up on things quickly. After a question or two about why they had to leave so hurriedly he has settled into discussion about the lecture, seeming really quite nervous about it.
Annabelle had brushed his questions about their quick getaway. "Actually, you were right – I was worried about my husband seeing us, but he wasn't there. I just wanted to be gone before he got back from down the street."
"Oh, I see. Didn't wanna be caught in that hot little skirt, huh? It looks every bit as short as you said it would be."
"Oh this?" Annabelle concedes, blushing, and she folds her cardigan and puts it on the back seat. She has turned to do that and Paul is looking at her crotch.
"Yeah, now that's much better," he says. "Ooh that's nice, Annabelle. That's sexy."
"Hmm – I'm glad you think so," Annabelle utters, plucking a little at her hem but not pulling it down at all. She has her knees together but the seat is deep and they're slightly raised. She can feel the full depth of her crotch exposed and she can also feel how wet she is. She's been dripping all morning in anticipation of the man seated beside her. "I like your shirt," she tells him. It's a plain green polo shirt contoured to the muscle in his shoulders and chest. The short sleeves are stretched tight around huge biceps.
He gives her a smile then tilts to look at her crotch again. "Those are pretty too. Did you choose them especially for me?"
"Uh huh," Annabelle utters, her blush rising a little more. She lets the warm tingly feeling wash over her. "I was thinking of you when I bought this skirt and these panties, Paul. I hoped you would like them."
"Oh, I do," Paul goes on and tilts for another look. "Fuck yeah." he groans. "Every guy in the company wants a look up your skirt, Annabelle. You've got great legs – fantastic thighs that you never show." He grins up to meet her eyes. "You're already wet too." He tilts for another look. "Can see the shape of your slit – all the way down. Fucking amazing."
Annabelle takes a breath. "But you're not allowed to fuck me, okay?"
"No? Sure looks like you want me to."
"I did but I've changed my mind."
The guy chuckles. "I've heard of women doing that."
"Well, now you're experiencing it," Annabelle tosses back. "I brought slacks in case you can't handle it." She fishes in her shoulder bag and extracts a pair of black pants. "Would you advise me to put them on?" she asks her smiling driver.
"Might not be a bad idea with Michael around. I think I can handle this lovely view though." He has another deliberate look at Annabelle's panties. "So – look but don't touch, huh?"
Annabelle thinks carefully about how to respond to that. She meets the man's eyes. "Can I just be open with you, Paul?"
Paul nods. "Of course. Open would be good since I don't really get what's happening here. With you being a married woman obviously." He looks at Annabelle's left hand and wedding rings, shrugging the question.
"My husband and I are playing a sexy game with each other. I've been dressing up a bit and he's been letting other men see me and enjoy me a little bit."
"Enjoy you?" Paul questions immediately.
"Yes," Annabelle answers simply.
"Enjoy you in what way exactly?"
"Um. I don't really want to give details. Just to a certain level and no more." Annabelle edges around to be facing Paul. His eyes lower to her crotch again – her knees having parted slightly. "It's not just teasing with you other men though. My husband's been letting me go as far as oral sex so far. We've just discussed what's happening and decided to not go any further than that at the moment."
Paul's large hand closes over Annabelle's lower thigh. He glances from the highway. She has closed her eyes and taken a breath, but she opens to find him looking at her face. "I like the idea of oral," he says. "That's a fair enough limit."
Annabelle smiles through her blush and tries not to arch upward too obviously as Paul squeezes a little higher up her thigh. "Although I think it should be something for later – not until after work," she tells him.
The concentration in his expression relaxes and he smiles again. "So – look but don't touch until after work, huh? Sounds fair enough too."
Annabelle places her hand upon his, holding it still while she leans forward and taps on the radio, scanning for a good travel music channel. She finds one and rests back in the soft leather seat, still with her hand upon Paul's. They have stopped in a line of traffic waiting at road works. He holds her eyes and reaches for her, stroking her face and cupping the back of her head. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he pulls her close. His lips touch hers softly at first. She opens for him and he breathes into her, pressing more firmly and tilting as he deepens the kiss.
Annabelle relaxes into this new man – into the scent and powerful essence of him. She opens wide and caresses his tongue in her mouth. She has a hand clutched to her chest and she slips a button through its hole. She's now holding his wrist with her other hand. His fingers are spread and pressing close to her crotch. She relaxes her hold and one of them strokes through her slit. He probes deeper with his tongue at the same time. She melts completely into him, allowing him to tilt her head back and move over her. He just softly strokes her pussy and continues taking her mouth. She releases his wrist and clutches his shirt, feeling the ripped definition of his pecs and digging her nails in a bit.
"I've been wanting to kiss you like this since the day you started at work, Annabelle." He has relented and lifted to nuzzle her face and look into her eyes.
"Have you really?" she asks, taking a couple of breaths while she can. "I didn't think you knew I existed," she goes on with a giggle into his next soft kiss.
"I know. I've gotten into too much trouble in the past misbehaving at work. I'm good at feigning disinterest and professionalism now." Cars are pulling out and driving around them. Paul's eyes roll to check out what's happening up ahead. There's a green light in the distance. He takes Annabelle's mouth once more – his kiss still soft but deepening as well. Annabelle can't help melting into it but squeezes her thighs together as he gropes more firmly between them.
Paul suddenly lifts from her and refastens his seatbelt. He pulls into the passing line of traffic. Annabelle can feel the fabric of her panties creased into her pussy and she discretely fixes them while he isn't looking. She checks her hair in the vanity mirror on the back of the sun visor, moving her legs around straight and tugging her skirt down a little as she settles.
Paul has a look at her breasts through her open blouse. He boldly reaches across and slips a hand in through the gaping neckline, covering one breast and squeezing it. She claims his wrist again but doesn't push him away. "It's supposed to be no touching," she says with a mock glare.
He thumbs her erect little nipple before extracting his hand. "It's amazing your husband's okay with this."
"He's an amazing guy," Annabelle states frankly.
Paul chuckles. "He's a fucking lucky guy."
"You usually make your own luck," Annabelle tosses back with a glance. "You seem pretty lucky too. Bethany is beautiful and she's really great to work for when she's around."
Paul nods. "Plus she's cool with us both having our fun."
"Oh? An arrangement?" Annabelle asks with interest. "An open marriage?"
Paul nods some more. "Beth has a couple of steady boyfriends overseas. We don't hide anything and don't sleep around too widely. I'll have to tell her about you, but I could withhold your actual name if you'd prefer?"
"Oh wow. Um – I don't know. I guess I wouldn't mind her knowing about me if it's all above board. Maybe best not to let it get around work otherwise though."
"Definitely!" Paul agrees. "I've not actually slept with anyone else from work either, by the way. Well, not with any other current employee of the company."
Annabelle smiles. "Well, I'm flattered then."
Paul glances from the road a few times. "Me too." He grins. "Can I ask one thing about 'oral only'?"
"Um. I don't know. What?"
He glances to check the road then looks back at Annabelle. "Do you swallow?"
Annabelle's blush rises again and she does a little nod. "Yes I swallow," she answers softly.
"Good. This will be fun," Paul says, winking and looking back to the road.
Annabelle turns to watch out her window for a while. She has noticed the size of the package in Paul's shorts though, and can't help checking on it from time to time as they chat. It's not as if he's obviously erect at all – more so the whole crotch area between his powerful looking thighs is full, making Annabelle imagine both his penis and balls to be quite large. She hopes his balls are of the oversized variety as she glances again while remembering the glory hole from the previous night.
It takes less than an hour on the expressway to reach their destination. The college is right there at the exit. Paul knows his way around and drives right to the door of the admin building that houses his friend's office.
Annabelle unbuckles and grabs her cardigan from the back seat. Paul checks around. The parking area is quiet. He pulls Annabelle to him and she tilts her head beneath as he presses to her lips. His kiss begins softly. Annabelle relaxes into the guy. She breathes and moans into his mouth as the sensuality of his kiss deepens and his tongue enters her. He's holding her tight and sits back in his seat, drawing her across and onto his lap. He has her cradled with her face upturned. He strokes her hair and delves into her eyes. Annabelle lifts her chin and opens her mouth as he lowers close again. He only teases her lips though. She opens her eyes again and he's still staring. "You're so beautiful," he tells her.
Annabelle draws a ragged breath and holds it as he takes her mouth again. She's touching his chest. Her legs are scissored together on the other seat, the gear stick pressing against her groin. She's lost in the passion and latent power oozing from the man holding her.
Suddenly there's a knock on the passenger side window. Paul breaks the kiss and looks across with a start, his face quickly relaxing though. "Michael. How are you, man?"
The window lowers. Annabelle buries her head in Paul's shoulder trying to hide there as the two men chuckle and exchange greetings. "This is Annabelle," Paul says. "Annabelle – Michael."
"Hi," Annabelle squeaks through her full blush. The guy is smiling huge, his eyes all over her. She has her thighs pressed together but her legs are bent up there right in front of him. He gives her a little nod and greets her with wide eyes.
"So, you two are obviously hitting it off," he comments.
Paul lifts Annabelle's chin and presses his lips to hers softly. She holds his eyes – the teasing question in them. She frowns a little, unsure about this. He kisses her again but doesn't try to force the situation, and he opens the door and slips from beneath her, leaving her sitting in the driver's seat and fixing her clothing and hair.
Annabelle doesn't know when she'll get a chance to come back to the car so she takes her shoulder bag with her slacks in it, choosing to carry her cardigan and keep it covering the front of her bare thighs. She's intensely aware of the amount of leg she's showing. The skirt she has on is shorter than anything she's ever worn outdoors before – shorter than anything she's even worn around her house. She's being included in chat and being ushered through doorways and along walkways. It seems the destination is the lecture hall where Michael is going to help out by getting Paul to do some practice on projecting his voice.
When they enter the lecture theatre, Michael asks Annabelle to sit at the back. She's pleased to be hidden in a row of seats but keeps her cardigan steadfastly in place anyway. Michael's voice booms and fills the theatre. It takes Paul a while to overcome his nerves and get the hang of it. He then proceeds to present the opening of his talk and Michael helps and instructs him through that – the pair of them finishing up laughing and chatting together while Annabelle relaxes in the cool dark of the big open room.
When the first group of students come in and take seats, Annabelle has to decide whether to stay up the back or join the men. She figures there's no need for her to do anything in regard to Paul's presentation. She's only along for the ride – the thought of which makes her smile to herself and drift back to the kisses she has gotten so far.
The lecture theatre slowly fills. It's quite cold with the air-conditioning, so Annabelle slips on her cardigan. A young guy two rows down from her immediately shifts sideways in his seat and has a look at her. The guy beside him notices and looks back as well. Annabelle's heart is fluttering as she sits still with her knees not quite touching and the back of her thighs sticky on the wooden seat.
Paul begins delivering his lecture and seems to quickly overcome any nerves. Michael strolls up the aisle and takes a seat near Annabelle, but he chooses the row beneath her and sits one seat to the side turning to smile back at her. His eyes immediately flash to her legs and he blatantly checks out her crotch.
Annabelle's blush rises instantly, but the way this man is so friendly and buddy-like with Paul has her feeling at ease with him. She shifts a little in her seat, swaying her legs towards him and allowing her knees to stray the tiniest bit apart. The two young guys are looking again but Annabelle keeps her head up and her gaze upon Paul.
Michael turns and has another look. "You've done a good job with this, Annabelle. Saved Paul's arse."
Annabelle meets his eyes and smiles. "Thanks. It was fun going through his old cases to find something."
The older man leans across slightly and has another look. Annabelle rubs down her thighs but doesn't press her knees together just yet.
"So, how long have you and Paul been seeing one another? He wouldn't say."
"Um – we're not really seeing each other," Annabelle answers.
"Ah okay – just hooking up then?"
"Hmm – I guess."
The guy holds her eyes for a moment then his gaze slowly travels down her body. "Those are pretty," he says, glancing back at her face then down to her panties again.
"Thanks." Annabelle utters.
"You don't mind me looking?" he goes on easily.
Annabelle gulps and shakes her head. "Except those young guys there are watching you do it."
Michael turns and the two guys quickly look ahead at Paul speaking. Michael watches him for a moment too, and Paul gives him a tiny head toss to indicate he wants him to come back and help out. Michael turns back to Annabelle with a smile. "Don't run off with any of these boys – I'm taking you guys to lunch, okay?"
"Okay," Annabelle agrees cheerily.
The guy stands but leans right over to speak into her rear. "I know just the place for a skirt like that."
He strides away and Annabelle crosses her legs away from the young guys still craning their necks to get looks at her. Paul and Michael have the theatre full of students enthralled and entertained for the next hour while Annabelle fails to keep her eyes open. She has dozed on and off and only wakes properly when everyone is filing out of the rows of seats and up the aisles to the exits.
Paul comes for her and claims her hand, keeping it within his own as he leads her to the front of the theatre and up several stairs to a staff exit. Michael is held up with a small gathering of students. Paul takes Annabelle out into a dark corridor and takes her into his arms. "Thanks for that – it was actually pretty easy following your script."
"I'm glad," Annabelle says, smiling up at the guy. He's a full head taller than her.
He lowers to her lips and again his kiss is tender and sensual. She willingly opens for him when he deepens the contact and extends his tongue into her mouth. His arms are around her, crushing as he bends her back a little and moves more fully over her. She cuddles to his thick torso and uses her nails on the firm pillows of muscle rippling down his back.
He breaks the kiss and looks into her eyes. She waits with her mouth still open, the corridor and building beyond him a blur. He strokes her face and kisses her again softly. "We have to go to lunch with Michael. I kind of promised we would."
"I know. That's fine," Annabelle agrees and tries to catch his lips as he brushes hers with them.
He grins. "You like being kissed, huh?"
Annabelle bites a lip and nods. "I love it."
"Yeah? And your husband doesn't mind?"
"Um – maybe a little. I'm not sure exactly."
"Ah okay – that's good. I hope you tell him how much you like my kisses." Paul teases Annabelle's parted lips again. "Will you tell him?"
Annabelle nods. "Uh huh, I'll tell him how much I love your kisses." She tries to capture another one but Paul pulls back out of her reach. "Plus you can kiss so much better than him," she says through a sudden blush.
Paul chuckles and takes her lips again, pressing firmly then mashing his mouth over hers as he searches deep with his tongue. Annabelle senses a presence and rolls her eyes aside to see Michael watching from through the open door and down the few stairs. He's examining her crotch again. He climbs the steps and closes the door behind him, the narrow corridor thrown into semi-darkness.
"Hey, man," Paul says to him.
"Hey," Michael echoes and moves close beside Annabelle, looking down at her face. He places a hand upon her belly and strokes her hair from her neck with his other hand. Paul kisses Annabelle's ear and whispers, "Is this alright?"
Annabelle gulps and sucks in a nervous breath. "Um. I um." The older man lifts her chin and presses his lips to hers. She's stunned but responds a little. Paul feels a breast. She gulps again and lifts her head away from Michael. "But just like we talked about," she says to Paul. "Not um."
"I know. Just oral," he breathes into her neck and sucks on her tender skin there – his big hand kneading her breast more firmly now.
Michael touches her chin, turning her to face him, and he covers her mouth with his more insistently. Paul kisses her shoulder and slips her cardigan from her arms, trailing kisses down her back and side as he kneels and lifts her skirt to suck hard on her upper groin. The older man kisses beneath her chin and sucks on her neck. He's undoing her blouse. He opens it and gropes her breasts while returning his kisses to her neck. Paul lifts one of her legs and shoulders beneath it. Annabelle grabs his head as she rocks back against a wall. Michael pulls up her bra and covers a tit with his mouth. Paul nuzzles her pussy through her panties, pressing with his nose and sniffing deeply to draw the scent she can smell herself right then. He bares his teeth and nips her. Her lower body convulses and she lets out a little squeal. Michael lifts and covers her mouth with his again and Paul stretches aside the crotch of her panties and breathes on her exposed pussy.
Annabelle's eyes are wide in the near dark but they roll back in her head. She can't quite identify all the sensations. Her right nipple is being firmly tweaked. There's the tongue of a man old enough to be her father swirling around hers inside her mouth. She thinks there's a finger pressing around her clit, parting her folds to isolate it – or it could be the tip of Paul's nose doing that. It feels like his breath is the thing cooling her down there. The chill is of wetness and air movement and it's dripping from her pussy down her leg. She can distinctly feel the trail of that dribble now but suddenly it is being licked – the warmth and coarseness of a tongue traveling up her inner thigh, and she shudders a breath into the older man's mouth as the tongue slices directly through the centre of her opening.
"Aw fuck that's wet," Paul groans into her down there, and Annabelle's belly immediately clenches in mild orgasm. The sudden little climax grips and thumps through her, seemingly urging Paul on, as he parts her folds with a thumb and forefinger then gets in under her to cover her pussy with his mouth and tongue her deep.
"Uhh…hhh…" Annabelle moans and clings to two handfuls of his hair while mashing her gash against his whiskery face. Her peak has passed now though. The tongue inside of her has pushed it deeper into her belly where it's building with more substance as the two men continue to eat her against a wall.
Annabelle is pleased that the older man has stopped kissing her mouth and is now focused on her breasts. She needs the clear head space to concentrate on what's happening inside her pussy – a long thick finger has been inserted and is moving in and out. The mouth of the man down there is pressed over her clit and the sensations centred there are a combination of sucking and lashing with a broad or pointed tongue.
The older man's hand travels down the back of her panties and his bony fingertips probe past her anus and into the base of her vagina. This seems to release a flood of her juices because she suddenly feels a trickle run down past her knee. Those fingertips only ply and tease her open though, while the other finger spearing in and out of her has curled back to massage her G-spot.
The two men work Annabelle relentlessly until her entire body is a mass of nerve endings that explode and have her convulsing and crushing the head in her hands against her pussy. "Uhh…uhh…uhh…" she pants with each contraction deep in her belly and extending the length of her vagina to throb against the fingers now holding firm inside of it.
"That's it, beautiful – let it go," the older man breathes into Annabelle's hair. She has lifted one hand to grip his head as well, holding him still and defending herself against any further stimulation.
Paul moves up her body and presses his wet, tangy mouth over hers. "You ready to suck some cock now?" he groans into her.
"Uh huh," Annabelle utters. "I'm ready."
She is lowered by both men with a hand each upon her shoulders. The older man's cock is long and thin. Paul's cock is long and thick. Annabelle kisses one head then the other. The men stroke her hair and take turns to pull her forward, thrusting into her mouth as far as her fist will let them.
Annabelle strokes and sucks. She wants to kiss their balls but they're keeping her head in place and fucking her mouth. She submits and lets them, unable to even let go and feel how big and heavy their sets of balls might be, because she can't allow either of them to insert too deep. It's just not something she can imagine doing – to take a cock down her throat. And there's no way Paul's would fit anyway.
"Yeah, that's it." Paul is the first to lose control. He takes Annabelle's head in both hands and begins sawing the end of his cock in and out of her. His thrusts grow harder and faster, his bottom flexing and quivering beneath Annabelle's nails. He suddenly holds firm and tenses – his cock hardening then beginning to pulse, and Annabelle squeezes her eyes shut tight and accepts his semen gushing and flooding her mouth. "Yeah, fucking nice," he groans and gives another thrust then holds again while the last few spurts empty the over-sized balls Annabelle is now feeling and softly massaging.
She extracts the huge penis from her mouth and kisses her way down to the man's balls. They're heavy in her hand. She lifts them gently and moans as she sucks on the left one.
Paul smooths her hair from her face and tilts his head to watch her. "You like them?"
"Yes," Annabelle tells him. "I love them – they're so huge." She peers from one man to the other, their features just distinguishable in the dimness of the corridor. She moves from Paul's left ball to his right one. It's sweaty with his musk and a bit too hairy, but she hums softly as she takes the full side of it into her mouth and sucks and massages with her tongue. She then nuzzles them both, allowing them to rest upon her face and over her nose and eyes. "Mmm – I just love the feel of them," she utters and resumes kissing and licking them. The scent of him is strong underneath at the base of his sac. She nuzzles between his bulging thighs and licks more of his ball sweat, sucking the loose skin then licking her way up the side of his shaft. She lowers it and squeezes, milking a dribble of semen then sucking the head into her mouth. She peers up at the two men again and bobs her head. The older man is stroking his cock. She rolls her eyes to it then peers up at him again.
"Are you ready for another load?" he asks her.
Annabelle releases Paul's cock and turns to face Michael with her mouth open and her tongue extended in readiness. He snarls and grits his teeth, his hand vibrating on the end of his dick. He shifts forward and positions the head then pushes it down against Annabelle's tongue and snarls again as his semen spurts in heavy ropes into her mouth.
Annabelle swallows the pool of stringy goo and takes the narrow head of the man's cock into her mouth and holds it there. She cups his balls. They're quite small compared to Paul's. They're completely hairless though, and smooth and loose in their sac. Michael holds her hair aside as she gets in under him and gathers one of his nuts with her tongue, softly sucking the whole thing into her mouth and crushing her hand between her thighs as the powerful scent of him washes through her.
"That's it – the other one too," he encourages her. "Ooh yeah – suck on it," he snarls. "You fucking love that, don't you?"
"Uh huh," Annabelle utters as she lets that ball pop from her mouth. "I love what you men make inside these. I wish I could have it all in my belly instead of having to swallow it."
"And we wanna pump it into your belly too – don't worry about that," Michael says, including Paul with a chuckle.
"Yes – but you can't. I'm not allowed and it wouldn't be safe for me anyway." Annabelle licks the older man's balls and kisses them, peering up at him watching. "Plus I didn't know I was going to have to swallow yours as well. I don't know how I'm gonna explain this to my husband."
Michael shrugs. "Serves the guy right if he doesn't satisfy you himself."
"Don't say that," Annabelle protests but has to squeeze her hand between her thighs again as the man's words flutter in her belly. She kisses her way back up the underside of his cock. She takes the head into her mouth while gazing up at him.
He touches the back of her head and holds her while slowly rocking forward. He does his snarling grin. "Yeah, the husband's obviously not enough man for her eh, Paul?"
Annabelle's blush rises and she clamps her thighs tighter while her fingertips slip inside. She bobs back and forth, sucking the resurgent cock in her mouth.
"I say he's a good guy though – letting us play with his wife," Paul tells his friend. "Maybe not quite man enough but. Lucky us!"
Michael chuckles, the hand on the back of Annabelle's head relaxing and he strokes her hair. "I need an hour to build up again, okay?"
Annabelle takes his fully erect cock from her mouth and squeezes against the flex of the shaft. She swallows and takes a breath. "Okay, but don't make fun of my husband," she utters and tilts beneath to kiss his balls again. She licks between and all around them, letting them roll over her nose and face while drawing the heady scent of such a mature man into her senses.
Michael continues stroking her hair while she nuzzles and smooches. "Alright, no more making fun of your hubby, but only if you promise not to cross your legs at this bar we're going to for lunch."
Annabelle glares up, stopping what she's doing. "What bar?" Both men give a little chuckle. Paul takes her hand and helps her to stand. She pulls her bra down from where it's still scrunched above her breasts and fixes it into place. "Well, is there a bathroom where I can freshen up and fix my makeup at least?"
Paul puts an arm around her as they walk. She cuddles to his side and he lowers his arm and takes her hand again instead, keeping hold of it until they have traversed several long corridors and Michael ushers her towards a ladies room.
Luke is sitting in Annabelle's little Honda staring out at the calm blue ocean. He's two hours from home, having gotten on the expressway south and driven in a daze all morning. He fights off the thought of his beautiful wife with the huge, muscular man pictured in his mind. He hasn't been able to dispel the images of him enjoying the view up her tiny skirt and down her blouse – right there beside him in the car.
Luke manages to stave off the churning in his gut long enough to force down a meat pie and can of lemonade for lunch. He then spins the car around and spends another two hours in a daze driving home.
His heart is in his throat as he turns the corner into his street, but there is no car in his driveway. The next thing newly wrenching his gut is whether or not Annabelle is home. It's almost three, and if she's not already back she would be due anytime.
Luke locks her car away and glares through the kitchen window as he approaches the back door. There's no movement in the house that he can detect. The door is locked – his heart slipping from his throat with a pulse of relief. He doesn't want his wife to still be with this other man, but facing her afterward is going to be even harder to take.
The house is in silence. Luke walks to the sewing room and bedroom then checks to find the front door also still locked. He huffs a calming breath, his shoulders slumping, his heart rate slowing. He rushes back to the bedroom and finds the phone he had left behind that morning. There's a text. His heart pounds in his chest again.
Annabelle: Oh my god Luke. Everyone can see up my skirt.
There's a file attachment. Luke fumbles at the screen and opens an image of Annabelle sitting in a deep couch cuddled up to the man in Luke's imagination. He has his arm around her and is grinning for the camera. His arm is massive – his bicep stretching his shirt sleeve. His other arm is resting across his lap, and with that hand he's intertwining fingers with Annabelle. His other hand is wrapped around her hip with the tips of his fingers touching the exposed skin of her upper-thigh. Her knees are only slightly apart but the seat is low to the floor and there's a full view of the white crotch of her panties. There's a table with drinks and baskets of food in front, and the photo has been taken from the back of another couch opposite.
The calculation that the friend of this big dude must be taking the photo throbs through Luke's chest. He swipes the screen for another picture but there's only the one. He expands it but that makes it too hard to see on the tiny screen. He emails it to himself and gets it up on his computer screen.
Annabelle's face is alight with a big toothy smile for the camera – seemingly oblivious to how this image is right then crushing Luke's heart.
Luke slumps back in his office chair gripping his hair. He takes a few deep breaths then suddenly thinks to check the time of the text. It's registered at 1:15. "Two hours ago." he mutters aloud. His anguish is subsiding now – the shock of the visual wearing off. He argues with himself that nothing in the photo shows anything other than what he was expecting to happen – other than the intertwined fingers, but he knows how his wife is. She's always wanting to hold hands, cuddle and kiss. She's very affectionate in that simple way and never waits for Luke to initiate that kind of intimacy. Seeing her giving that particular brand of sweetness to another man still hurts though.
Luke checks the time again to see five minutes have passed. He leaves the computer on and strides back to the living room to peep through blinds and check the driveway. He slumps on the lounge and addresses his phone to type a message in reply. He stares at the screen, reading Annabelle's message over and over.
Luke: I love you baby.
He clicks send and immediately wishes he could pull the message back, knowing he sounds desperate. And desperate is exactly how he feels. He gets up and checks the driveway again: Lunch was two hours ago and it's only a one hour drive. The guy they're with is probably only on a lunch break from his work. They should be back any minute.
Luke has his phone clutched in his sweaty fist as he stands there staring at the driveway and street. He checks his phone again after a few minutes, unable to imagine why Annabelle wouldn't at least text a reply: She must be sitting in the guy's car with him driving. How could she not be able to text or just call?
Luke stands there staring out the window for a long time before temporarily giving up and going to sit at the breakfast counter – his hands supporting his head as the image of them parked somewhere churns through his mind now. He can see the kissing and groping. He can see the guy fucking Annabelle in his back seat. He can't stand the image any longer and kicks open the back door and storms into his garage. He has a speed ball and punching bag. He launches into the bag and thumps the hell out of it until he collapses exhausted on his back on the floor.
Luke lies there for a while sucking in breaths and staring up at the exposed timber beams above him. His knuckles are stinging. They're raw, speckling blood. He gets up and finds some rag to wrap them then he starts with the speed ball. Luke boxed all through school and won a few medals at state level competition. He imagines being able to actually handle a man almost twice his size and punches the fuck out of this lawyer dude in his imagination.
Completely exhausted and somehow sated, Luke starts hitting pool balls around his table, planning to not even go inside when his wife does show up: He'll be out here doing what he usually does most afternoons, not desperate at all.
The distraction of the pool game lasts ten minutes or so. Luke checks the house but there's still no movement. He takes his phone from his pocket. Nothing. He goes back inside and to the living room window, standing there for another excruciating twenty minutes before scrolling for his wife's number and calling her.
Annabelle's phone diverts to voicemail immediately. Luke's bursting heart implodes. He's suddenly numb. He walks to the bedroom and falls back on the bed, pulling Annabelle's pillow to his face and smelling her. He closes his eyes and relives their lives together, the notion of sharing his beautiful wife with other men completely absurd and utterly gut wrenching. His phone buzzes with a text and he lifts bolt upright and paws at the screen…………..
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mattcoolomon	X-Rated eBook preview	4 Comments July 30, 2018 July 30, 2018 29 Minutes
Party Girl: X-Rated short story
Celia and Phillip were at a table with their parents. As soon as the meal ended her dad took her for a dance. There was a small floor with a pianist playing slow music. She was passed on to an uncle and to a few of the men from Phillip's family. Phillip's father held her close and kept her for a second number. He then passed her to his much younger brother, and she was held close by him too. He was a very strong man – muscular. His big hand was pressed to her side, his fingers stroking a little with the music.
The music ended. A few other couples left the floor. "Would you like to stay for another?" he asked her.
"Okay," Celia uttered, peering up at him.
He took her with his arm again. His hand pressed to her back, stroking upward then down as he guided her close and gripped her side again. "I guess there'll be no more of these dances for us other men after Saturday."
"Hmm – I guess…. You can have as many as you want tonight though, Mister Ericson."
He chuckled. "And I won't be Mister anymore either. I'll be good old Uncle Bob." He wasn't that old – late thirties.
The music picked up. He spun her out and pulled her back. He was a good dancer. After another twirl he dipped her and made her laugh.
"You'll be able to have more of these dances anytime you want. I won't care what my husband thinks…. But you're not old enough to be called Uncle – Bob!"
He chuckled. The music slowed and he pulled her close again. "Is this alright?"
His hand was moving upon her side. "It's too bad you got changed for dinner. That was a pretty dress you had on before."
Celia blushed into his shoulder. "You saw?"
"I was in the lobby when you were checking in…. I hope you're going to wear it again for us some time." His fingertips stroked higher, brushing the side of her breast. "Are you going to enjoy your last days of freedom, are you?"
"Yes, I am…."
There were three other couples. Bob had danced them to a corner of the floor where there was no one seated nearby. His fingers extended further, rubbing her breast more deliberately. "Is this still alright?" he asked.
"Uh huh," Celia uttered "Just a little bit though – while no one's watching."
Bob chuckled. "Excellent! How the hell did that nephew of mine land a hot little honey like you? I could never figure that out."
"I'm not hot," Celia said. "I'm trying to be now, but so far I'm the one lucky to have kept a boyfriend at all."
"You could come out with me one night – have some fun before the big commitment."
"Do you know any dance clubs around here?"
"Sure! You going to wear that dress?"
"I have others like it," Celia answered. "I have a silver one that's open at the sides all the way to my waist." Bob continued stroking the side of her breast. She let him for a short time longer before asking, "So, when will you take me to a real dance club? Tomorrow night?"
"How about tonight?" Bob smiled and turned her out, spinning her back in and dipping her again, to the applause of the table of elderly relatives they had ended up beside.
"Tonight – how can I?" Celia wanted to.
His big hand beneath her arm was holding her firmly again. His thumb extended upward and stroked her, almost touching her nipple through her top and bra. Both garments were only soft fabric – the bra was a flimsy little lace thing. It was from the naughty lingerie shop.
"Later will be fine. When everyone starts leaving and you can slip away," Bob said, dancing her back into the corner, out of sight. He reached around her to feel her breast more fully, his thumb rubbing her nipple. She twisted a little bit that way to make it easier for him. He squeezed her small mound, his hand covering it easily. "You'll be able to get away from Phillip, won't you? They were saying you have separate rooms."
"Uh huh," Celia uttered.
"So, you're going to be making him wait and letting us other men enjoy you some, eh?"
"A little bit…. Not to have sex with me, though. Just to look at me, and what you're doing now is okay."
"What about between your legs? Are we allowed to have a feel of your pussy before wimpy Phillip gets at it on Saturday night?" Bob grinned.
Celia giggled and blushed. "Um…. That's an interesting idea."
"Yeah? How interesting?"
"Well, it's kind of strange with you being Phillip's uncle, don't you think?"
"I don't know – keeping it in the family and all…. And I wouldn't tease him about it later. I wouldn't tell him."
"You wouldn't? I don't think I would want him to find out." Bob's hand slipped back to her waist as they were joined by her parents. "It's going to be exciting to have been touched by other men, though," she whispered. "You're the second one today."
"Who was the first?"
"Some guy on the plane. He liked my dress too." Celia giggled as she was spun out again.
"Well, I think as one of your husband-to-be's elders, I should be allowed a little feel of your pussy later tonight…. Is your dress short?"
"Yes." Celia blushed deeply at the thought of him touching her between the legs. She absolutely wanted him to.
"So, I'll take you to a dance club after this and watch you dancing in your new little dress – watching your legs and thinking all the while about what panties you have on – maybe getting a flash of them if I'm lucky. How does that sound?"
Celia looked up and met his eyes. "Okay, Bob. I say yes to that – to everything you said."
The pianist called a break. Bob led her from the dance floor by the hand and took her to the bar. He ordered champagne for her and a beer for himself. She sat up on a stool. "I actually like what you said about being Phillip's elder. I like the idea of you having some rights to me before my wedding." Bob was just peering at her face. She fiddled with her drink for a moment then looked up to meet his focused expression.
Bob placed a foot on a rung of a bar stool, shifting to make room for a bulge in his trousers. Celia looked up from it, grinning. He chuckled. "Oops."
She giggled too. Arms encircled her from behind and she peered back to be kissed by Phillip. She blushed again, guiltily that time.
"That was some fine dancing there, Uncle Bob."
"How did you go with your lessons, Phillip – all ready to waltz with your young bride-to-be here on her wedding day?"
Celia snuggled back against Phillip while he chatted and laughed with his uncle. She was on fire inside – absolutely thrilled to be sitting there between the man she was going to marry and a man she was going to go out with that night. She found the notion of being sexy with Phillip's elder to be very exciting. Phillip was not a very assertive man. He was a wimp as a matter of fact – she had to agree with his uncle in that. Bob was a bit of a rogue.
This was what Celia really needed. In her moment of freedom between the rule of her mother and giving herself to a husband, she needed to have fun and feel sexy.
"Pick you up in an hour?" Bob asked her. He was parting.
"Okay – one hour," Celia agreed. "Where?"
"I'm going to go and get changed. I'll come up to your room when I get back."
He left. Phillip took his seat at the bar beside Celia. "What was that all about, sweetheart?"
"Bob's taking me to a dance club tonight."
"Yes. It will be fun. You know you hate nightclubs."
"Yes, but it's already nine o'clock. Isn't it a bit late to be gallivanting around the city?"
"No. I think the nightclub scene doesn't even start until after nine, Phillip."
"Oh I see…. But don't you have things to plan and prepare for Saturday? Aren't there wedding arrangements you need to be tending to? You don't want to be too tired tomorrow, do you?"
"Phillip, don't worry! Everything is well under control. Mother and Aunties have our wedding well in hand. All we need to do is show up on time Saturday afternoon. I just need to be ready for my hair and makeup that morning…. But between now and then, I'm going to have some fun without Mother and without you!" Celia giggled. "I'm going to enjoy my final days of freedom, and I don't want to hear any complaints from Mother, or from my husband-to-be," she went on, leaning close for a kiss. "Is that understood?"
"Hmm – I suppose…. I suppose Uncle Bob should be trusted to take care of you. He's something of a ruffian, so you should be safe enough at one of those places with him…. As long as you stay with him, sweetheart. You will stay close to him at all times, won't you?"
"Yes, I will…. He's going to take good care of me. Don't worry," Celia said, blushing guiltily again. Then she decided to push a little further. "I'm going to dress in a way that will probably attract attention, so he will need to take care of me."
"Oh? Maxwell said you were wearing something new on the flight."
"I have lots of new clothes, now that I'm not going to have Mother doing daily inspections." Celia blushed a little as she went on gamely. "The dress I'm wearing tonight is very short and a bit revealing up top, and I won't be wearing a bra."
"You won't?" Phillip's face was blank with apparent confusion.
"No. The dress has no back and it's open all the way down the sides." She leaned closer to whisper. "I'll be showing all the men the sides of my breasts but it would be ugly to cover them with a bra…. Mother definitely wouldn't approve," she added with a giggle.
"But you've never…. I mean you've always dressed respectably, Celia."
"I know, Phillip, but this next few days is different. This is MY time. I'm the bride-to-be…." Celia experienced a further rush of bravery and confidence. "Don't you want other men to see what you're getting, Phillip? I've seen you boasting and showing off with your boats. I know you like feeling superior – having the best things. Do you want everyone to think you're settling for some boring, plain looking wife?"
Phillip's face had reddened by the time Celia moved from whispering to meet his eyes. "A wife and a boat are hardly comparable," he said. His tone was typically soft, though. He could be a little assertive with her when he wanted to be, but it seemed he was swayed by her argument. She had made it up as she went, but it had apparently struck a chord.
"Uncle Bob will make sure they don't do anything. He'll make sure it will be look but don't touch," she went on. "I've tried the dress on. It doesn't reveal my nipples. It almost does, but not quite…. Do you want to come and see?"
"I don't know…. Just the thought of you dressed that way and going out dancing is rather daunting. I fear I'd lose nerve completely if I saw for myself."
"Well, you can just imagine, then," Celia continued, leaning to his ear again and pressing the unexpectedly well received plan. "You can imagine lots of rough men looking at my bare back and the sides of my boobs – especially when I raise my arms to dance and they can nearly see my nipples…. They're already aroused right now, just thinking about it."
"Yes, I can imagine," Phillip whispered back. "Drooling ruffians."
"Uh huh…. And they'll be watching my legs – bare legs. My dress is sooo short, Phillip. The skirt is very tight and I won't be able to stop them from seeing up it…. Should I wear pretty panties? Would you like them to see me in something sheer and sexy?"
"They should cover you, darling. I wouldn't want you to go too far and wear one of those horrible G-strings that you see the strippers wear on television."
"Okay, I'll choose a pretty lace pair. That way they'll be wishing they can see more."
"Yes, I like that…. Wishing for more is best."
Celia cuddled up and kissed her fiancé. "So, you don't mind if I sneak off and get ready for my sexy nightclub adventure? They're all talking business. No one's going to miss me."
Phillip looked around. "Go on then. I'll tell them you went up to lie down. But please be careful, darling. This is rather adventurous."
Bob was staying at a hotel in the city with a nightclub underneath. He had been there the night before. It was a classy place, the crowd were mostly younger, but there were a few his age, so he had felt at ease sitting at the bar watching the girls dance. He was looking forward to watching Celia.
He knocked lightly on her door. A moment later it opened and she peered from behind it. She was smiling through a blush – so sweet. She had on a glittery little silver dress. It was a halter-neck, backless, and very short. "Show me," he said, holding up her hand and spinning her around once. "Mmm – I think I'll need at least one slow dance with you in that too."
"Okay," she said softly.
"Come on, though – let's show you off first."
She collected her tiny purse. Bob held the door and touched her back as she passed. The elevator was directly across the hall. There was an elderly gentleman who was checking Celia in the mirrored wall on the way down. He got out in the lobby. They were going down the next level to the car park under the building.
"How did Phillip take the news we were going night-clubbing?"
"He was okay. He's worried about how safe I'm going to be, but that's just silly. He said you will take care of me."
"Oh, I'll take care of you." Bob chuckled, touching the soft skin of Celia's back again to guide her from the elevator. He walked her to his SUV and held the door while she got in. She kept her knees together but the dress was very short. "Just little white panties, eh? And no place for a bra…"
"Uh huh…. No bra, and yes, my panties are white."
Bob tilted his head for another look. "That's good – white shows up nice under the dance floor lights."
"Oh? I never thought of that."
Bob closed her door and got in the driver's seat. "That little dress should ride up and flash them. You won't cover up when it does, eh, baby?"
He squeezed her thigh as he drove. She didn't object. She just sat watching out the window as he cruised slowly through the busy streets. He had a parking space in the basement, and led Celia to the elevator. She was clinging to his arm.
"Are you okay, love?"
"A bit nervous – excited," she said.
He slipped his free hand in under his arm and beneath hers. He touched her side – her bare skin. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you," he said, and he held her gaze as he felt in through the side of her dress and cupped her little breast. "I'll take good care of you," he went on, rolling her nipple.
It firmed nicely as he played with it. He bent to her and met her lips. They parted, so he sought her tongue, caressing it with his. With that, she relaxed, so he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth. After a moment he broke off and met her eyes again. They were glazed.
The elevator door opened and two young guys walked past, both checking Celia out. Bob kept her hand and led her into the elevator. "Do you like being kissed?"
She nodded, biting her lip. He lifted her chin and pressed to her lips again, inserting his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back when the doors opened at the nightclub level of the hotel.
The music was thumping. The club was dimly lit with the dance floor lights flashing iridescent and illuminating anything white. There was room to move. It was not crowded at all, just about half full.
Celia's little silver dress sparkled. Bob sat her up on a bar stool and got her a drink. With her heels hooked into a rung halfway up the stool, he could see up her dress quite easily. He moved behind her and pressed close to her ear. "That's good, love – we can see your panties like that."
A guy ordering a drink was having a look as Bob spoke. He glanced again and Bob gave him a nod. He was quite young, maybe 20 or so. He took a seat facing Celia. Bob pressed close again. "I'll go sit over there…. Just stay like that and let him have a look, baby."
Bob walked past the guy and had another look himself. There was no chance of Celia concealing her panties with her legs raised like that. Her thighs were slender and didn't meet. There was a full view of her crotch.
From a lounge area, Bob watched guys ordering drinks and checking Celia out. One would chat with her now and then. She kept her heels resting on the rung and gave them all a good look up her dress.
She looked over at Bob when one guy was taking her to the dance floor. Her smile was beaming. The guy was congratulated as they walked past a table with three other boys about their age. He immediately pulled Celia close. She backed against him and wiggled. He held her hips. He was already touching her and hadn't been dancing with her for a minute.
Bob kept a close eye on the guy. Celia was having a great time, so he didn't want to spoil it for her unless he had to. She was naïve enough to go along with anything, but so far all was good.
Another guy from the table joined in. Celia was wiggling between the two of them. They were both a bit handsy with her. She was obscured from Bob's view for a moment, and when he saw her again he noticed the second guy rubbing up from her hips and hiking her dress. Her little white panties were then almost fully on display. A third guy joined in, and when Celia rubbed back against him he groped her breasts. She squirmed away from him but her dress was then up around her waist.
Bob rushed to her and pulled her off the dance floor, glaring at the three boys. They went back to their table but kept looking over. Celia was giggling and she threw herself into Bob's arms. He took her back to the dance floor and kept hold of her himself.
She was hot, sweaty and very cuddly. Bob held her hips and had her grinding on his thigh. He pulled her dress up to expose her panties again. The men lined around the dance floor were all checking her out. He left her dancing alone and returned to his seat. One of the watchers immediately took his place. He was almost Bob's age – a big man. He kept glancing over but Bob gave him a slow nod, which he seemed to understand. He took hold of Celia's hips and held her close while she wiggled and ended up straddling his thigh, as she had with Bob. She was lifting her arms and her little dress was gaping at the sides, her small breasts partially exposed.
Another man joined in and the first one retreated to the edge of the floor to watch. The new guy grabbed Celia's bottom, his big hands beneath the skirt of her dress. He held her and dry humped her with his thigh. Her panties were bikini briefs. They covered her bottom. Her dress had hiked up to her hips again, displaying them fully. Two more men joined in and had her surrounded.
Bob waited for a while this time and let them play with her. She was still smiling – beaming excitedly. They edged her off the dance floor and gave her a drink. There was a whole bunch of guys around her, chatting her up, it seemed. Bob watched for a good while, letting her enjoy the attention. He eventually grabbed her hand and took her from them.
"That was so amazing," Celia cried, clinging to his arm as the elevator doors closed, shutting out the beat of the music.
An hour of that noise was enough for Bob. He had thought about taking Celia up to his room, but he knew what would happen if he did, and he didn't want things to go that far. He took her back to the car and, once inside, he pressed his lips to hers to stop her incessant chattering.
"Mmm," she moaned as he inserted his tongue. She submitted to the kiss. He was squeezing her slender thigh and rubbed upward. He cupped her through her panties. "Mmm," she moaned again, gripping his arm.
"Just a little feel," Bob insisted, kissing her again, and he opened her slit with his middle finger and felt into her, still through her panties. She kept her hold on his arm but her thighs parted slightly. He isolated her clit and softly massaged it. "Damn you were sexy in there, baby. All those guys will be jacking off to you tonight."
"Will they?" she uttered. "I like the thought of that."
"I will be too, baby," Bob said into another kiss. "Can I finger you? Would that be okay?"
"Um…."
"Come on – you feel so wet."
"Hmm…. You're MAKING me wet, doing that."
Bob stretched the damp fabric aside and found her slit was dripping. He used two fingers to continue working her clit. He did that more firmly, and when she started squirming he slipped those two fingers into her. He felt up inside of her and rubbed back against her G-spot. "Yes, open your legs, baby…. I want you to cum for me."
"Okay…." Celia moaned, and she clung to him while he nailed her with his fingers. He pumped her with them hard and fast until he felt her tight little hole clench, and she bit into his shoulder.
"That's it, baby, cum on my hand."
"You made me," she uttered, squirming and squeezing her legs together.
He sought her lips and inserted his tongue into her mouth. Her little hole was slick now – perfectly prepared for cock. "I'd better take you back before this goes any further, Celia. I'd love to fuck you now but I'd better not."
Bob smoothed the crotch of her panties back into place and sucked his fingers. He licked them clean while she watched. "You taste sweet, baby."
Celia tugged her dress down to cover her panties, just biting her grin. Bob drove. He was painfully erect and kept squeezing and massaging his cock through his pants. He would have to jerk off as soon as he got back to his room. Celia kept glancing across but he didn't attempt to hide what he was doing. "I'll be thinking about you when I do this properly tonight, Celia. My old balls are already full."
"Really?" she asked softly.
"Of course! How could they not be after watching you dance like that?" He reached across and felt her tits. Her nipples were hard – little pebbles beneath the shiny silver fabric of her dress. He played with one then reached further across and played with the other. They were at her hotel. "I'd better walk you, love."
There were lots of people in the foyer but they were alone in the elevator. Bob lifted Celia's chin and kissed her again. He searched her hot little mouth with his tongue and felt her up, thumbing a nipple. The doors opened at her floor. He kept hold of her waist and followed her. Once inside her room he urged her to her knees and released his cock. He stroked it and rubbed her face with it. Her lips parted so he inserted the head. He did so just as he was about to cum.
Celia squeezed her eyes closed as the penis in her mouth pulsed and gushed semen. She held it in, letting it pool under her tongue. Her fiancé's uncle left her on her knees and slipped from her hotel room apologising.
She remained there on the floor holding the thick fluid in her mouth. After a minute she got up and went to the bathroom. She was curious. She opened her mouth and looked closely in the mirror. The semen had a milky appearance with thick, congealed globs in it. She moved it around with her tongue, examining it. Some had seeped into her throat, and swallowing that filled her senses with a very potent masculine taste.
Celia left the bathroom and flopped on her bed. She lay there toying with the gooey fluid, swallowing dribbles of it but otherwise moving it around with her tongue. This may be the only other man's cum she got to taste, and she wanted to savour the moment. Bob had certainly been right about his old balls being full, she decided, giggling at the thought and choking down some more.
She lay for a long time with the load of cum in her mouth, gradually swallowing it down bit by bit. She picked up the silver framed photograph of Phillip on her nightstand. She looked at the smiling face of her fiancé for a moment, then she kissed him and swallowed the remaining portion of his uncle's semen…………..
From the Hotwife & Girlfriend Compilation 'Exhibtionism Turns Her On'
mattcoolomon	X-Rated eBook preview	Leave a comment January 6, 2018 January 6, 2018 18 Minutes
eBook hot-scene compilations…
I want to be frank and honest here. I write erotic books to give readers something to stimulate their imagination while masturbating. Stroke stories, to put it bluntly. Differing from internet porn only in that you can do a little more developing characters with literature, and that the scene takes place in your head rather than on your screen. But yes – something to rub one out to…. For men and women equally.
And based on that, there are two situations I would like to cater to: the long slow build-up, and the quickie…. The several hours of reading time that would compare to watching a full-length, high quality erotic movie, and the 20 minute end-of-a-busy-day unwind session before going to sleep.
I have published 30+ titles that each offer hours of slow build-up reading. I'm now putting together a Compilations series that offers the quick fix alternative.
These compilations are 2000-4000 word comprehensive scenes with a bit of background and lead-in to the main event. Each book is themed so a reader can pick what kind of 'main event' they feel like tonight.
Downblouse & Topless Teasing
Blowjob & Cum Swallowing
Missionary Position
Felt-up and Fingered
Eaten to Orgasm
I'm thinking these books of compiled single topic scenes might be an appealing alternative to buying a whole series of books. Especially since the majority of my readers use the Kindle Unlimited option and just borrow the book to read. Having read the stories, it could be fun to recap the hot scenes from time to time – to have them catalogued and easy to access.
The 2nd book in this Compilations series is out now and available to buy or borrow from Amazon: "She Swallows for him" is all about hotwives and girlfriends pleasuring their lovers. The first 2 cum swallow scenes are available to read in the "Look Inside" free sample on the book page.
mattcoolomon	X-Rated eBook preview	Leave a comment November 26, 2017 1 Minute


I'm super excited to announce that I will be chatting with Pat Sloan on the radio Monday!!
and some other awesome quilty stuff.
I really can't wait to share more about my book with all of you.
Organizing my quilting area that is.
I'm hoping I will be able to clear it this Friday and actually make some progress sewing.
Have you organized yet this year?
I hope to have some more fabric to destash in my big cartel account too.
but blogger wouldn't let me upload pictures until I figured out the work around.
It feels like the week went in an instant.
And I only took a few pictures with Instagram.
So it was fitting to combine the thoughts.
and blue ornies and made a January tree.
Fit for snow, cold and snowmen of course.
I started organizing my fabric scraps.
That seems to be a common theme in blog land this time of year.
I decided to destash of fabric that I simply won't use any time soon.
if you are are interested.
I spent New Year's Eve Eve and NYE here on the couch.
I just couldn't kick this cough and cold that I have had for nearly 10 days.
I decided rest was imperative.
I feel sooo much better today, just in time to go back to work tomorrow.
And since I was feeling a bit better...I actually sewed a little.
but I finished some quarter square triangles so that was good.