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(November) Michael knew that he was making the biggest mistake of his life. He had no business being in Lisa’s house, let alone in her bedroom half dressed. But he was feeling so good at this moment, he just didn’t know if he would be able to leave. After all, he and Lisa did have some history between them. They were once coined the “ideal couple” in college, but that was almost twenty years ago. Right now, he was just trying to remember to breathe, but the pounding of his heart was making it difficult to concentrate. Lisa was so close to him that he felt her lips trembling against his, but he would have to break the spell. He had to get out of this situation before it went any further. “Lisa, please stop. I don’t think that I can do this,” he whispered, pushing her gently away from him. He wanted to leave quietly. “Michael, baby, just relax and let me take care of your every need,” she whispered back, clinging to him and slightly tonguing his ear. “Now wait just a minute, Lisa, you—you know that’s my weak spot,” he said with a slight tremble in his voice. “Yeah, I know all your weak spots, Michael, and tonight I plan to lick every one of them.” She succulently licked her index finger, slowly slid it across his lips, and pushed him back on her queen sized bed. While climbing on top of him, she let her red silk kimono slither down, revealing her naked body. A sensation went through Michael’s body from the top of his head all the way down to the tip of his toes. Lisa could tell immediately that he still felt something for her, and she intended to capitalize on that tonight. Her slim body was in perfect form, and she was ready to please him in ways that she already knew he would like. Lowering her head, so that her long, reddish, wavy hair would cascade around her face, she beguilingly smiled down at him. Yeah, she knew that Michael used to love her vanilla chocolate skin with the pretty freckled face, beaming brown eyes, and luscious lips. She would help him to remember all of her feminine assets before the night was over. Michael’s mind went blank; he relaxed and eased back against the black satin sheets, becoming too weak to fight temptation and loneliness for another second. He couldn’t think anymore. He had no control over what was happening with his body as he felt the blood rise in his manhood. This is truly what it feels like to have an out of body experience, he thought. He wanted to resist; he tried to resist, but the passion was consuming his mind and taking over his entire being. Lisa felt him weakening against her tempting charms and was more than willing to help him out of the remainder of his clothes. She slowly undressed him, enjoying the sight of his fine brown frame, round piercing eyes, and silky smooth skin. He still had the six foot, muscular, defined shape of the twenty-two year old man she had once loved. She even remembered the slight tickle she used to get from his barely there mustache on her face. Lisa loved the closely trimmed beard he had grown, and the way it connected to his mustache emphasized his full fiery lips. He was more handsome than ever, and his dark, neatly waved hair was sharply edged to perfection. Tonight, she would be his personal love slave. All the years that they had been apart would melt into nothingness, and they would be together again. Only this time, she would do anything to keep her man; he would be hers forever. It didn’t matter that he had a wife and daughter in his life. Well, she thought, I had him first anyway. Besides, I could easily replace them. And where were they in his time of need? She was what he needed at this moment, and she was going to make sure that he was satisfied. “Oh, Lisa, please don’t stop. Please don’t stop what you’re doing,” he begged in his low masculine voice. She was on top of him working her magic and licking his hard nipples like there was no tomorrow. Lisa could tell from the intense frown on Michael’s face and his shortness of breath that they were only seconds away from blissful happiness. She never wanted this night to end, and it was her pleasure to prolong their orgasms for as long as she could. All she could do was look him directly in his eyes and moan, “Don’t worry, I hadn’t planned on stopping, baby.” Book Titles Available | | The BANYON NETWORK | Betty Byers | Whitlow Synopsis | INNER-VIEWS WITH CELEBRITIES | ECLECTIC REVIEWS | BOOK REVIEWER'S CORNER | The NEWS | SHORT STORIES CORNER | | Return Home | GREAT LINKS | WHAT'S NEW? | CONTACT US | |
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