RED - Sex Stories

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... dreamt of getting married. Plus they don’t have to be super plush, anyway.” I couldn’t believe I was doing my best to marry off the woman I love. “Just a simple service can rubber stamp your relationship.” “I did dream of marriage once.” “I’m a man, and I know men would avoid marriage their whole life, if they could. You just need to put that beautiful foot down hard, and get him to make his commitment official.” “You know what Tom, you’re right.” I sighed. “I am.” “I’m going to turn the screw on Jack tonight.” “Talk about turning the screw. Did you manage to stop him going to Vegas with his firends?” “Yes... for now.” I smiled and nodded. “Good.” Saturdays were always an early start. The sun had barely lifted from the sleepy horizon when I pulled up the security shutters of the shop. A familiar voice rung in my ears. “Tom...” “Linda?” Lind looked shit as she stepped out of her car. Her eyeliner was strewn over her chocolate skin. “Sorry, Tom... I’ve been sat in the car waiting for you open.” “Linda, you look terrible, what’s wrong?” “I didn’t know where else to go.” “Don’t worry.” My heart bled. I could tell Linda rocked on the verge of the next set of tears. “Hang on. Let me open up. You can tell me over a morning coffee.” In the stockroom, Linda sat on the old two seater that I had brought from home. I use it to sleep on when I have late night stock checks. Huddled around her steaming mug, she tearfully confessed, “I listened to what you said last night.” “I’m sorry.” ...

... “Jack told me he didn’t love me enough to marry.” “What an idiot.” “We then fought, destroying half the furniture.” My shoulders slumped as I felt guilty. “I bet that’s the last time you listen to my advice.” “The worst thing, though... The bastard didn’t even seem too bothered when I kicked him out.” “How is that even possible? You’re the most beautiful creature to walk this planet.” “Be quiet...” Linda raised a faint smile. “What are you on about?” “The man is a fool.” Linda kicked her feet up and down in frustration, then wailed like an upset teenager. “Oh, Tom. What have I done?” “Now, now.” “I’ve ruined everything.” “No you haven’t.” I sat beside Linda and could smell the alcohol on her clothes. “Now you just have to wait.” “Huh?” “If he loves you, he’ll realise his mistake and come running back.” Linda rested her head on my shoulder. I suddenly felt my cock swell. “I’m so tired.” “Just go home and sleep off your woes. I’m sure you’ll feel better when you wake up.” “But I don’t want to go back to my empty house.” “Parents.. relatives, friends?” Fucking hell, here I am doing my best to ruin my chances of getting some sympathy sex. I really need to learn to shut up. “No. I don’t want to be bombarded with questions.” I thankfully got my act together. “You can sleep in here. I’ll put the heating on and warm the place up. When you wake up, you can think with a clear head.” “That would be great.” Linda turned to face me, then wrapped her arms around me. Her tits were smothering ...