1. 151 Reasons


    Date: 8/27/2017, Categories: Seduction, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    then somewhat aloof the next. Despite my best efforts at employing trademark ambiguous statements to garner a response, she virtually withstood them all. It only made me want her more. My attempts to profile her like every other woman met resistance. She had barriers I hadn't encountered in anyone else, perhaps erected through age or bitter experiences. It was frustrating, to the point that on more than one occasion I didn't go straight home, hit a club, sank some shots, chatted up the hottest thing I could find and fucked her senseless, all the while imagining it was Laura's cries echoing off the walls. Every so often I'd see a flash of mischief in Laura's eyes when we talked, but it would fade quickly, normally when her husband was nearby. I sensed she loved him – perhaps it was more admiration -- but wondered if he satisfied her, and if not why the hell not. Given the chance, I'd be in her every day. I did manage to draw her on the subject once as we chatted about favourite foods. "So what would be your ideal dinner date then?" "Cantonese. There's a gorgeous one in the next village that we visit. Used to visit," she corrected. "Did it shut down?" "No, we just haven't… had time." A faraway look eclipsed her freckled cheeks. "We love each other dearly, I just need to accept that the businesses he starts are his mistresses." Something unspoken passed between us and I became excited at the longing in her eyes as she set them on mine. She shook her head quickly and changed ...
    the subject, but the chink in her armour had been revealed: loneliness. Maybe the pair of them were usually frisky, but the lead-up to the launch had taken its toll on his time and energy, while she became restless. The key to her underwear, therefore lay in empathising with her predicament. A couple of days later, towards the end of the contract, I made sure to snap a few times then apologise. Said it was stress about finishing on time, but could sense she was intrigued. When quizzed about it one lunchtime, I confided that I was going through a rough patch with my girlfriend. In truth, the only rough patch I'd been in was the pussy of a girl called Faye the night before. I implored Laura not to mention my situation to the guys because it'd probably work itself out, but the seed had been sown. She looked at me differently from then on. Opened up a little more. Back in the game, I just had to close the deal. I was invited to the launch after-party at their mansion. The place truly was fantastic, with a central staircase sweeping up to balconies ether side of the great hall in which animated chatter ebbed, piano music flowed, and canapés were consumed. The chandelier was something else. Hobnobbing isn't my thing, but it was likely to lead to more business so I whored myself around the room to the suits, swapping cards. It did give me a last chance to admire-slash-ogle Laura in a sensational burgundy strapless evening gown, complete with black velour opera gloves and four-inch ...
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