(Can you play by my rules? . . If you dont, Ill stop . . . She put a blindfold on Bette . . Can you hear me, baby?. . . What are you doing? . . (Im lying in bed) . . What are you wearing? (Im wearing my robe the white silk one) . . Just imagine I am kissing you . . Your tongue in my mouth . . .your hands on my back caressing me . . Reaching in front of your robe I touch your breast . . My had traveling down your stomach . . .down your hips . . Licking the insides of your thighs . . You spread your legs for me. . . BETTE N TINA IN LOVE #47 – THE HORNYMOON by georgiaT33 . . . )

(Finally reaching her destination, Tina stopped, her pubic bone was flushed against Bettes with the ***** buried to the hilt into Bettes throbbing ***** . . It felt amazing as it first penetrated, sliding in to hit home. Bette could not be help to have an intense *****. Awed and impressed by her herself, Tina stood there motionless stroking Bettes upper leg as it hooked behind her *****. . . .WE ARE FAMILYL – #9 by gargy)

(Tina stopped and tugged the shorts Ro was wearing off . . Stripping the shirt off . . Feeling Ros hands on her flesh. Not for the first time but for the first time this way, wanting and hot . . .she had been waiting for this for so long . . you are wet . .feeling the desire, the heat building up and bubbling over, she started to ***** in record time . . STORM WATCH . . .by jadedrogue)

(Now dont get me wrong, you all, I was hooked by the mush, the love, the story line of HER, but SHE and the OTHER ONE just dont dish the *****-like ***** like some of my other favorites. I look for certain authors for certain pleasures and there is no denying that some of you make me wet, sweat and happy !! And if it wasnt for the fact the my two pushers are so ***** slow between chapters I never would have strayed, never would have cheated on them with you guys, never would have found what a girl just need sometimes – a little Dew, a donut, a nine inch nail and all the BnT, TnA, DnA, SnM, hot hot hot hot ***** I can handle in one sitting. And there is nothing I can do but bow before you and say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU . . .)

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The alarm went off and literally scared me into consciousness – looking around the bedroom fearing I had forgotten to do something or be somewhere. Reaching to shut it off proved to be an awakening task in itself as I had to find a way to disentangle myself from K. She may sleep contently and peacefully, but she also like a ***** rock – not even flinching at the continual buzz, buzz, buzz, buzzing sound right next to her head.

I wasnt as concerned about waking her up as I was about knocking her off the bed. I finally was able to remove her hand from my shorts and her leg from over top mine and slap that noise maker down for 10 more minutes.

Jesus, K, I mumbled under my breath double checking her breathing to make sure she was not dead. I stared at the clock and swore in confusion, what the *****, its only 5:30. What am I doing . . What the ***** am I doing?

I sat up and leaned back against the headboard rubbing my eyes as I slowly realized that I had just successfully completed an assignment for the distinguished Dr. Stella Repp – getting up earlier so as not to be late for work.

Good gawd, I thought to myself. I am so tired that I should just read FAN FIC later and go back to sleep for 30 more minutes.

DUH !! What a genius plan ! I wouldnt actually be giving up the addiction just feeding it at a different time. Plus the anticipation building up for a few more hours to get a fix just might make time with L all the more sweeter.

HA !! I figured out that one all by myself – yea — how do ya like me now, doc? Come on baby, tell me whos your daddy — oh yea

Who are you talking to babe, a sleepy K asked me as I did not realize I was thinking out loud. The woman could sleep through a frickin earthquake but if I were in the bed and shes not touching me somewhere she cant sleep. Gawd, she is adorable.

No one, hon, just thinking out loud about Dr. Addiction. She told me to set my alarm earlier and get up earlier every day so I wont be late for work. Thats all. Im just trying to get awake.

Good for you, K speaks but I can tell she is still in that awake asleep mode. She moves herself closer to me as I still am leaning up against the headboard and wraps her arm around my leg, her head lying in the crevice of my hipbone.

Ya know, babe, Dr. Repp is *****, K mumbles as she falls back to sleep.

Suddenly I am so wide awake and wanting so much for K to keep talking without actually waking her completely. I need her to dish on the doc without prodding. But thats one of the many things I love about K, she can keep a secret.
I slide down the bed and am now lying on my back, looking up. In the process I have moved Ks head and arm up my body, her head on my chest, her arm around my waist.

What do mean, babe, I am whispering, how do know the good doctor is *****? I saw she was wearing a wedding band, whats up with that?

I am running my hand through Ks hair hoping to wake her just a little but keep her sleepy enough to rat out the doc.

Some divorce lawyer over at Lukes firm, I dont know her but I hear she is pretty cutthroat. You done good babe, dont be late, now. Go on get up. K is mumbling, rambling, but coherent enough for me to stiffen at the mention of Lukes name.

Lukeann Hawthorne was one of the most sought after divorce attorneys in the county – had a stable of women partners and associates, all with the reputation of waxing the balls of many a philandering husbands and pretty much taking them to the cleaners and taking the cleaners, too, if that was their business. Cutthroat was a kind description. Lukeann was also Ks ex and a topic not discussed much in our house.

K was not big on talking about the past, mine or hers, she believed the past belonged to the individual and the future is what we owed each other. Now I, on the other hand, loved to talk about the past – its what made us the people we are – our actions and reactions to different situations and people – how we handled defining moments in our lives.

I knew very little about Luke and K, only what she told me and only what I had dug up around our circle of friends. I knew they were together for 11 years – during her formative years as an adult – I knew the break up was nasty – Luke cheated on her more than once, and I knew Luke wanted to get control of Ks business – K makes furniture and designs office space for small businesses – very new age.

I never knew why they were together – kinda like K and me now – those two were the most opposite people you could imagine being together. K – calm, cool, athletic, sincere, giving, accepting and forgiving. . . Luke – hyper, aggressive, judgmental, a user and a liar, held a grudge for life. They met during a local triathlon – both women were very active and outdoorsy and they did make quite a stunning couple. Ks problem or endearing characteristic is that she is so understanding and always sees good in others. What she saw in that barracuda is still a mystery to a lot of people.

I have no doubt that I am on a straight and narrow path to ***** so trying to weasel some dirt out of my sleeping wife about her ex and my doc was just another transgression to add to the ever growing list of reasons fire was in my future.

So, youre telling me that Dr. Repp is married to one of the lawyers who works for Luke? I ask making sure I am hearing things correctly. Is that it babe?
Hhhmmm? She asks still more asleep than awake. What do you want to know, hon?.

(~~*****~~~~ I dont care if she reaches under the bed for that ***** ice pick and stabs me into next week. This is my chance and Im gonna make that little Stooge-lovin,, Johnson killin Elvis raisin wife of mine spill the spit on the doc, the docs wife and Luke. I wanna know because knowledge is power, gossip is absolute power, and the truth will give you more ammo than youll ever need as well as set you free.~~~~)

K, you know I love you more than anything and anyone I have ever known. I love you more than life itself – I would kill for you babe, I would die for you – take a bullet for you, eat worms or vegetables for you.. *****, babe, I would even give up the addiction if you asked me.

All I want from you is the chance to love you, K, thats all, the chance to keep you happy. Give me a chance to decide for myself about Luke – tell me about her and what happened with you guys. Then tell me about the docs wife.

I knew she heard me because her breathing had changed and I could actually feel her deciding what to do. In a minute she sat up and we both leaned back against the headboard, yawning and rubbing our eyes.

I pulled the covers up and kicked me feet up and down, all excited like a little kid waiting to get a birthday gift he had been wanting all his life. I moved my fingers quickly across my lips – pretending to zip them shut and nodding – indicating I was not going to talk or make some bonehead comment during her tales.

K gave me that you ***** moron look which I was so accustomed to from strangers – coming from her meant I better keep the trap shut and settle down.

OK, babe, but pay attention because I am only gone to say things once and then we are NEVER going to mention that witchs name again. Understand?

I nodded quietly and zipped my lips again and again was treated to the you ***** moron look. But thats ok, I was ready.

For the next 30 minutes K spilled her heart out about Lukes numerous affairs, her success-turned-greed, her distance during Ks mothers illness and even how Luke slept with her brother during their mothers funeral. Luke was evil incarnate – and K felt somewhat responsible for her metamorpahsis. When Luke was struggling at the beginning of her career, K sent a few friends in need for legal help. Soon Lukes success rate and decisive settlements were attracting many and big name clients. K always said that money was NOT the root of all evil – one could do lots of good with cash – rather it was THE LOVE OF MONEY that turned people rotten. And Luke was as rotten as they come.

As she spoke I could feel the hurt in her voice and more than anything wanted to touch her, to comfort her, to let her know that it would be OK. But I couldnt, not yet. And when she finished her story about Luke she opened the book on the doc.

And as far as Stellas woman goes, K stated, all I know is that she works with Luke, she is very good, and very young. Seems your doctor friend prefers them blonde, ruthless, and childlike. Thats all I know.

(~~~THATS ALL ??? OH MY GAWD, THAT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME TO WORK MY BEACH MAGIC ON THE UNSUSPECTING DR. ADDICTION !! OH YEA .. YOURE GONNA LIKE ME NOW DOC.~~~)

I unzipped my lips and rolled over on top of K, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, molding my body onto hers I stared in her eyes and all I felt was love, all I saw was my future.

K, I am going to make love to you now, I said, our eyes locked, neither of us wanting to be the first to blink. And I want you to know that its me, babe, just me – no Stooge thing, no neighbors watching, no toys, no nothing – just me and you.

But I thought you liked that stuff, K stated almost disappointed.

Oh ***** babe, dont get me wrong, If we ever stopped those games I would die, absolutely die. I love it when we play but right now we aint playin.

I am certain that she felt my sincerity and knew it for sure when she told Elvis to get out. I heard him jump from the chair at the end of the bed and go out the doggie door K had installed in the sliding glass patio doors. For one second my mind wandered and I almost regretted letting K teach and discipline that dog — he was mine but had all her qualities including that sexual perversion thing I loved so much. Besides liking to watch me and K have *****, that border-collie mix had a reputation in the neighborhood as a voyeur – more than once getting caught with his paws up on someones window sill looking in like some kind of peeping tom. He was an embarrassment.

But my thoughts quickly returned to the task at hand as I heard the dog-door slam shut. The love that K and made over the next hour was so raw and intense and intimate that it made me cry. I was determined to make Luke a distant memory and make K realize that I was all she needed. And when I went down on her, the taste of my tears mixed with her desire for me was enough to rip my soul to pieces – I was so in love, so in heaven -so lucky – so thankful.

The alarm that I had snoozed went off several times during my therapy session with K and in a window of opportunity I managed to grab it and toss it and break it. So I wasnt really sure what time it was when I got up to shower and get ready for work – but I was more than sure that I was going to be late.

By the time I was ready to go, K had already fallen back to sleep. I grabbed my cell from the other nightstand, saw that I had two minutes to get to work on time and decided to do what any good addict would do – I called my boss and LIED – said I was up, ready to go and my car wouldnt start so I would be riding my bike (well a lie) and would be there in 30 minutes. He was happy that I got up early and made an attempt to be on time and was very forgiving and understanding about the car. Get here when you can is all he said.

I rushed out the door, hopped on the two-wheeler and noticed for the second time in a month that an ambulance was on our street taking someone away. I was already late so like the curious little rubber-necker I was, I rode over to the action. As I approached, Elvis came trotting up to the bike and sat down, very attentive, very guilt stricken.

I shot him a what the ***** look and I swear he shrugged his shoulders as he shot the same look back at me.

Whats going on, I asked one of the neighbors gathered outside old widow Jones house.

They think she choked to death, the neighbor explained. Was coughing and wheezing so long and hard that she just choked. I guess she putting out the garbage and couldnt make back inside to get her medication. Sad really.

When I saw it was the Widow Jones house my first thought that maybe she died of a broken heart – it was no secret in our neighborhood that she and the masturbating pervert Mr.Johnson had a thing goin on.

(~~I ***** SWEAR THAT THE THOUGHT OF THOSE TWO OCTEGENARIANS HAVING ***** MADE MY SKIN CRAWL AND IF I LOOK THAT BAD WHEN I AM THAT OLD I WILL HAVE ***** WITH MY CLOTHES ON~~)

But it seems that Mrs. Jones was allergic to dogs, an allergy so severe that she took daily medication and would be in grave danger if she came in contact with a canine and didnt have her meds. The word was that she must have run into a dog while putting out the trash, started her reaction and was unable to get back in the house for her pills. They found her on her porch, just a step away from making back inside. Her medic alert bracelet had activated, but help was too late.

I looked at Elvis and a very bad thought invaded my brain. He looked at me as if to say Keep your trap shut. I mouthed the words so no one standing around could hear . .

Were –you—in—her—yard?? Did–you—kill—her???

He just looked at me, and barked once. . . K taught him to bark out answers – Once for YES and twice for NO.

I was horrified and yelled at him to get his ***** home and took off for work in a flash.

(~~~THIS IS GREAT, JUST ***** GREAT – – JUST ANOTHER IN A LAUNDRY LIST OF GUILT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO SPILL TO THE DOC NEXT WEEK. ***** DOG~~~)



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