I was now in a state of metamorphism, or something like that, I was evolving into a seemingly out of control sex machine, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I was loving the sex, the danger, the thrill of the chase, because make no mistake about it, it was me who was doing the chasing, and very successfully too.
Here I am 21 years old, married only 3 months now, and absolutely consumed with sex, and as much as I could get! What was I going to do?
I knew this just couldn't keep happening, I was fucking, or getting fucked by as many man I could lay my hands on, my thoughts were even turning to women I saw in the street.
I looked at them and thought to myself, I wonder how good they would be in bed.
Then my thoughts turned to Allison, Tom Simpson's wife, I knew she was a hot sexy bitch, Alan had told me, she had offered herself to her husbands boss Joe, so maybe I could have my first taste of a woman with her, I called her without further delay, strike while the irons hot and all that, the trouble was, it was me that was hotter than hell
I invited her round for a coffee and a chat, she was a bit surprised by the invite, but pleased never the less, and she told me she hadn't made too many friends since moving to the city.
She came the following morning, and I had already made up my mind that I would get her to surrender to me, because she was obviously lonely, and in need of some love and attention, some TLC.
Even though I knew Alan was fucking her, it was love and kindness she needed.
It went better than I thought after my bravado overtook me. She arrived, and yes she did look good, but I had made sure I was looking even better; I was in tip top form.
Her skirt was short, showing plenty of shapely leg, loose fitting top, hair up, and she looked as natural as a lovely woman could, if I had been a man, I would have had a hard on for her, that's for sure.
I showed her into the sitting room, and sat her down on the sofa, which was where I wanted her, I made coffee, and placed a tray on the table in front of us, we chatted gaily, it was about Paul, it was about Tom, it was about work, then I steered the conversation to personal happiness, I mentioned I wasn't getting enough at home, she shyly admitted the same.
I said, I was even contemplating looking elsewhere, she nearly choked when I said that, but in her voice was the sign that she was too, I pondered on what to do next so I questioned her how old she was, "28," she said. 'Im only 21,' I told her, 'what a life we lead hey?'
'Shelley.' She said to me, 'you are just so beautiful and sexy, why doesn't Paul take care of things at home? 'He tries but just doesn't have the drive, Im afraid.' I told her. 'I think we both seem the same, we both need something else, don't we?' I ventured
'Yes, you might be right,' she giggled. 'But I need to be led, I'm quite shy when it comes to sex.' 'You mean you are a little submissive.' I asked? Thinking now of Alan. 'Yes, you're right,' she told me. 'I am.'
It was then, I took the chance I was looking for, she looked sad and vulnerable, like she wanting something, but didn't know what. Well I was about to offer her something she might not expect, nor might want to refuse, so?
I put down my cup, I know she was bigger than me by about 5" and a weight advantage, but I was hoping for surprise, a late response, and her own sexual loneliness, it was patently obvious to anyone who cared to notice about her, that would lead to her submitting.
I took her cup from her hands, she looked at me, not understanding, I quickly turned and climbed over, into her lap facing her, she looked at me uncomprehendingly, I wrapped my arms around her neck, whispered to her, that I was going to make her feel better, a lot better. I kissed her full on the lips, even I was surprised at how good it felt, she tried to pull away from me, but I held her tight, I was right on top of her, pressing her back onto the sofa, my knees were spread to each side of her thighs, so to throw me off, she would have to use considerable strength, that I realised she didn't have, even though I was as small as I was.
My arms were wrapped tight around her neck now, I pushed forward to keep her in place, raised myself up higher on my knees to gain a superior position, and mashed my lips to hers, I got my tongue in her mouth, she was mumbling, or moaning, or protesting, but I kept up my onslaught.
Her hands were scrabbling around, trying to get me off, but I wasn't having any, I was in for a penny, in for a pound. I had her head bent backwards now, as I kissed her, I gained more control, she couldn't get away from me, that's for sure.