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Trish closed down the cover before lifting the laptop off the bed and placing it on top of her bedside cabinet. ?You need a rest darling,? she said, turning back around to me. Her eyes fell on my groin. It was summer and I was lying naked on top of the bed next her. Trish wore a short, red top that masqueraded as a nightdress. It served little purpose, as she was naked underneath. Trish always preferred the freedom from the restraints of underwear in bed. I never complained. I always slept naked anyway and it made things so much easier, if you get my meaning. ?Hmmm maybe you are not that tired,? she said, looking at my erection. It was hard work being a story reviewer, quite frustrating as well. When I say hard, I meant tiring as well. Yes, it was always nice reading a good piece of erotica and it could keep me hard for ages, but sometimes it could get a little monotonous. It could also get frustrating as well. Some people could tell a very good story, but when it came to actually writing it...well, let?s just say they Escort Karşıyaka find it challenging. Tonight?s batch of stories to review had been a little disappointing. My favourites were the ?Wife Lovers? genre and I grabbed a few from the list to review. Infidelity stories seemed to do it for me. A wife finding that her husband was not quite up to it bed and consequently, with his consent of course, taking a lover. They call it cuckolding for some reason. I have never really understood why the term is used, but I gather it comes from German origin. It was never something that I sought to try. I loved Trish and there was no way that I could share her with another man, but I loved reading these stories. There was just something that pushed my buttons in reading about a man watching his wife getting fucked by her bigger and better lover. As I said, tonight?s batch had been disappointing. Even Trish, who often assisted me, agreed with my rejection notices. ?You should have a go at writing bornova escort a cuckolding story,? Trish said, as she reached for my erection. I loved her touch. We first started dating at seventeen, but it was a long time before Trish let me make love to her. It wasn?t that she was religious about her virginity, or the fact that she had a bit of a strict upbringing. It was her choice and she had made the decision that she would not have sex with anyone unless she was certain that he loved her. She had seen too many of her school friends ?drop their knickers,? as she put it, for a man?s smile and end up either pregnant or rejected and sometimes even both. I respected her for that and too her credit she never left me high and dry. After our fourth date we found ourselves alone in her parent?s house for a couple of hours and she took me in hand for the first time. I hadn?t been her first but I was her last. Her touch was soft and gentle and she also seemed to know all the erogenous üçyol escort bayan areas of a male penis. Her fingers seemed to grip in the right places; her stroke was neither too fast, nor too hard, and she seemed to be able to sense the right moment to apply her lips to the tip in readiness to accept the cum that she brought gushing forth. I had received hand and blow jobs from quite a few girls before her, but none of them seemed to have her skill. Neither did they have her enthusiasm for doing it. Trish not only enjoyed the taste, but she would swallow every drop and would not release my cock until it was completely cleaned and flaccid. Sometimes, I would be ready to repeat and if there was any hint of stiffness she would tease me back to full erection and complete the job. Her hand was around my cock again tonight and she was starting to stroke me. I could quite easily have just lain back and let her continue. ?I could help you write a cuckold story,? she suggested. I did write erotica and she would help me out occasionally with a woman?s perspective on romantic erotica. ?How?? I asked her. Trish reached up and kissed me, ?I could help you experience the feeling of being cuckolded,? she said as she slowly stroked me. ?I don?t actually mean go the whole way with it but take you as far as the edge, shall we say.