LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04

... was very good, but I’m not sure it was five hundred bucks good. I guess if you have wealth, you don’t really care about the price. I could see why folks were willing to pay that much for it, even if I wouldn’t.

Dinner was a ton of fun, as was Sybil. She was a wonderful co-host and kept us entertained while Zach kept running back to the kitchen. I was fascinated with the raven-haired beauty. She stood around five and a half feet tall with a slim body that was round in all of the right places. Her tits were about Kim’s size, so I figured thirty-six C-cup. It didn’t matter all that much. It wasn’t like I was going bra shopping for her. They looked like they would feel great in my hands or against my lips, and that worked for me just fine. Her ass was stellar, her face gorgeous, and her eyes a piercing blue that shone with whatever emotion she was feeling at the moment. Her eyes were a window to her soul. I expect that bugged the crap out of her sometimes. I’m sure there were times that she would have preferred that her eyes not give away what she felt.

What I did know for sure was that she was hot as hell, and I sincerely hoped I would get a chance to eat her delectable pussy.

Oh, hell. I just read what I wrote, and I sound like a major dick. I’m really not some crazed horndog. I swear I’m not, but recently the temptations have been extreme, and I’m a bit drunk on horny. I mean, come on! Dawn is a dream come true, and I’m in love with her. She isn’t my Kim, but she is ...

... wonderful. I hope that Dave thinks of Kim the same way I think of his wife. Then Sherry and Anne? Really? If you were a guy and women of their caliber were hot for you, wouldn’t you get a bit sex crazy? Dude, if you said no, you are a big fat liar or gay. I’m okay with gay. I don’t care who you love, as long as you love. I’ve got no use for liars, though, so cool your judgmental jets.

Look, let’s keep this between us, okay? The thing is that I love the connections Kim and I are making more than I love the sex, and I fucking love the sex. I’m a romantic at heart. Why do you think I agreed to let Kim have fun with strange guys? It doesn’t do a thing for me, but it makes her happy. The way I was raised if a wife even flirted with another man, it was a huge fight at minimum. Somehow, it became acceptable to smack her around, you know, to sink the lesson in. As likely as not, the husband would kick her to the curb. Fucking neanderthals. She’s a person, a human being, and not your fucking slave or a slave to your twisted morality. Fucking cavemen don’t want a wife, they want a slave.

Sorry about the venting. I do feel a bit better. I worship the essence of women. I cannot fathom abusing such beauty. I don’t care if she’s a negative one on the ten scale. If she’s a decent human being, she deserves to be worshiped by her man. Women create life and nurture that life. If men could figure out how to satisfy their urges and get babies as needed, a bunch of idiots would eliminate ...