Coming home from a shift is never easy. You have to be careful to not drag the dirt and grime from the street into your home life. The world is ugly, his job is uglier – home has to be a place where he can decompress or one of these nights, he will insert his .45 SIG into his mouth and blow his brains out.
He tiptoes through the bedroom, careful not to wake Shan. They have been living together for almost a year now and she has gotten used to the hours kept by a homicide detective, especially one who specialized in sex crimes. He was always busy. No longer did she wait up for him, anticipating his return. Now she is content to sleep and talk to him in the morning.
He deftly places his pistol on the dresser and moves into the master bathroom. He closes the door before turning on the light, careful not to wake his sleeping beauty. He undresses and steps into the shower. Turning on the hot water, Det. Jim Springer let the horrors of the day wash away from him. Gone were the inter-office politics. No longer was he burdened by the images of the 9 year-old boy, pimped out, then murdered by his crack-addicted parents. No, Jim swore, he would not take his work home with him like so many others did. His worries washed down the drain until the next tour.
This was not to say that he didn't find a way to unwind. Some guys drank, some had expensive hobbies, all to escape their job. With Jim, it is an overly active sexual appetite. To put it mildly, he likes to fuck. He loves it in all forms, with all manner of partners and combinations. Nothing is off limits to him.
His appetite is insatiable, but classy. He prefers a higher level of circumstances and situations than the dive bars and swank swingers clubs that middle-America imagines such people to frequent.
His appetite is what makes Shan such a find. She is perfect for him. In public life, she is a defense attorney. Extremely respected in her field, she painted the ideal picture of the young, powerful woman. She is sexy, strong and independent. These traits definitely impact her private life. In the bedroom, she can be an absolute whore, dominating men and women. And she also wants, at times to be a woman, loved tenderly and romantically. And there are still times that she needs to be degraded and broken and treated like meat.
She loves Jim because he accepts all these sides of her. He allows her to dominate him. He feels comfortable enough degrading her when she needs it. He is not so caught up in being her "protector" that he denies her something she so desperately needs. And Jim also knows that she needs verification of their life together and becomes the most tender love maker she ever experienced.
They spend their lives without legal commitment, rather choosing to give of each other freely and experience each other fully. They spend their days and nights together in their high-rise apartment constantly in the nude. This allows them the freedom to be truly open with each other. They share partners, stories and never refuse the other.
Jim ponders their relationship as he peeks out the bathroom door, the light illuminating the bedroom. She is fast asleep, her face turned away from him, her body contorted. The Egyptian cotton sheet slightly covers her heart shaped ass, the crack barely visible. As usual, the comforter was balled up on the floor. He noticed a faint trickle of sweat running down her spine. He reached for the thermostat and lowered the temperature in the room. He loved watching her sleep.
There were times when he would lie in bed, watching her, not realizing that his hand was stroking his cock. He would imagine being with her, the feel of her pussy walls contracting around his dick, urging his essence from him, until he exploded. He would close his eyes, imagining this as he thrashed on his side of the bed, until he felt white-hot semen slash on his shoulders and belly. Often his cum would escape his body, landing on the sheets or on her back, as she slept tenderly.
She would feign anger at him in the morning, complaining about the cost of sheets or the work that goes into cleaning them, all the while flattered that she could inspire such passion in her man. What she didn't tell him was that she was often aware and would wait for him to pass out before sampling a taste or some pleasure of her own. They were very symbiotic in their pleasure.
Tonight was no different. As he crawled into bed, pulling back the sheets gave him an instant thrill. The view of her delicate shoulders and back, the way her spine descended as her waist narrowed, then rounded out into the perfect ass and broke off into two shapely, sensuous legs left him speechless and hard.
He crawled over to her, placing his hands on the small of her back and kissed her cheek lightly, whispering "good night." He began to retreat when he felt her hand on his own ass, pulling him toward her. She rolled onto her side, so that his cock slid between the cheeks of her butt, allowing him to slide up and down her crack. He exhaled deeply as the nerves in his cock sent signals of pleasure throughout his body. He lightly touched her skin, but that is all it took for little drops of pre-cum to emerge from the tip of his penis.
She turned her face to his, offering her mouth and tongue and an ample breast for his eager hand. Her tits were perfect, much more than a handful with large dark nipples that felt like velvet under his tongue. He pulled and tugged at them, using her quiet moans of desire urge him on.
It was not long before his hand was tracing down her belly to the soft hair covering her vagina. He chuckled a bit.
"I thought you would like that," she said between kisses, noting her now waxed pussy.
His fore and middle fingers lightly traced her soft labia, before gently opening them. A gush of excitement greeted his digits.
"You were ready?"
