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Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

“I might go to the gym today,” she paused and made sure I was looking at her, “and pick up,” another pause, “five hot guys and make them fuck me till I can’t cum anymore!” “You’re adorable,” I smiled at her. “I am never talking to you again!” she hissed at me. When I got back from the gym Linda had left a note on the fridge door, it read, “Gone shopping with Doreen, don’t know when I’ll be back.” I didn’t hear from Linda till later that afternoon, she texted to inform me that she was going back to her place with her friend, Doreen. They had picked up a few bottles of wine and were going to order pizza and watch movies all night. I texted her back and asked that she say hello to Doreen for me, and wished them both a fun night. Shortly after nine pm, Linda texted me a photo of her new laced bra and panties. My cock stiffened as soon as I saw the picture. The white, flimsy bra barely covered her breasts and the panties were pulled up in between her gorgeous ass cheeks. “You are beautiful,” I texted back. To which Linda replied, “I know,” along with another picture of her, with eyes crossed and tongue out. I laughed out loud and texted back, “You’re still beautiful.” “Still not talking to you,” she texted back. Day three, Sunday. The chime of my cell phone woke me from my sleep. Another text from Linda, I guessed. It was barely seven-thirty in the morning “May I come over now?” she had texted. I texted back, “Of course you may.” A few seconds after I sent the text, I heard my ... front door unlock and Linda call out and laugh, “I brought breakfast. Come and get it sleepy head.” When I got to my kitchen, Linda was putting on a pot of coffee. Two paper bags were on the table, she had bought breakfast from the diner a few blocks away from her apartment. It’s one of our favorite places to eat on the weekend. “Good morning and thank you for breakfast,” I smiled. She turned around and smiled back, “You’re welcome. Now, sit down and I’ll get the plates and utensils.” I sat down and silently waited for Linda to set the table and bring the coffee. She sat next to me, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She pulled away and smiled from ear to ear. I recognized that smile. She wanted to talk about something. “What?” I asked her. “Oh, nothing,” she replied coyly, reached over to my plate with a knife and fork and cut up my eggs. I chuckled, “Are you going to feed me now?” “Yes,” she replied and brought the fork full of egg to my mouth, “I love taking care of you.” She looked at me with her ear to ear smile and waited for me to swallow what she had fed me. “Coffee?” she asked and lifted the cup to my lips. I took a sip of coffee and reached for a napkin to wipe my mouth. “Let me do that,” Linda said as she took the napkin from my hand, wiped my mouth and patted the whiskers on my upper lip, “I love your goatee.” “But, not the stubble on the rest of my face,” I finished the sentence for her. She giggled and asked, “May I shave you?” I looked at her for a moment, ...