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Girlfriend on Loan

... I mean make love to, the only catch is he wants to watch, fine by me! I like to think of Europe like the United States, visiting a different state for the weekend or on a road trip is no big deal, just a quick flight and you’re there. I usually like to meet up with my friends over the weekend but I’m starting to get fed up with this back water, it usually only takes a few hours to remember why I left in the first place and this night is no exception. The only reason I ever come home to to see my friends and loved ones. sadly things have changed, over the years it has become harder and harder to have fun with them. People get married and have dinner parties instead, people have k**s and have to stay at home to look after the c***dren, people get nine to five jobs and have to get everything else done over the weekend people fall out one refusing to come out unless the other is not invited, sadly these are hard times and some people just can’t afford to go out partying every night. The drama becomes ever more tedious. I try to push the thought of just getting on a plane and having my way with her out of my head. I contact my amigos, times have changed everyone is up for seeing me but no one is up for anything exciting, it’s all dinner and double dates and watching a film, “Sure I’d love to” ...right after I’ve fucked someone and got it out of my system. I love spending time with everyone but when I get home all I want to do is sl**p and get d***k. It becomes harder and harder ...

... to justify not going to see the girl. Maybe if I go away for a weekend stay and if she happens to be free then I can just sneak off for a few hours. It is very typical behaviour for me. I don’t talk very much I like to do things instead, dinner and dates are all about talking. Besides I adore Spartan culture, what’s more than laconic meeting up with the lads and then sneaking off in the night for a little action before returning as if you never went anywhere. I think that’s why I have a thing for bald women and women with short hair, too much Spartan poetry makes my have fond memories whenever I see one. I don’t talk much but I do like to read and write and the Spartans can tell a good story. I have it all figured out, I could meet up with a few of the guys in Europe, go out for a drink or two, if she’s free I could make my excuses, sneak off and have my way with her, if she’s not then at least I’ll have a good weekend away seeing the sights in Europe. My mind wonders again. *** I walk through the streets under the cover of darkness in the dead of night, finally I reach her place and knock on the door. She looks so sweet in a way that is kind of cute yet at the same time kind of hot, her hidden desire more than making up for her innocence. “Hi, you must be that little lady I hear so much about.&#034 I walk through the door and hold her by her waist as I kiss her on the neck. I feel her back curl slightly as she smiles then we look into each other’s eyes. We gaze for a second, ...