Marcos was tipsy enough to not care but I couldn’t help but turn red with embarrassment. After a few hours of having at a great time at the party, we’ve decided to crash at my place for the night.
He laid his head on my breasts for the remainder of the night until he left this morning. I’m still worn out from the fucking that I’ve had last night! Now, I’m wondering how to reply to Marcos’ text which said:
I became a lawyer because this was my parents’ desire. Like a good daughter, I wasted four years of my life studying something I couldn’t relate to. I wanted to become an anthropologist and now I am a Corporate Lawyer in busy London. Lucky me, right?
I had to buy myself a new diary because my old one fell out of my bag while I was getting off the train from the Centrale FS station. I hope that the person who has picked up my book is enjoying all of the sex stories that I’ve written in it.
You know what really grinds my gears? This fucking ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ novel. Ever since it’s launch in 2012, everyone, mostly women, were throwing their money at their local bookstores to get a novel which is all about a dysfunctional sex relationship between a senior college student and an entrepreneur. To all the girls and guys who have read the book, you might as well have been reading another Twilight novel. Hell, the plot was even converted from a Twilight fan fiction!
Those living at university might like the idea of going home for the summer. They get to spend time with the family they left behind and see old friends while forgetting all about their studies. For me it is very different. Going home means spending time with my dad and his new wife, Jen, which is something that I really am not looking forward to.
It was a Thursday morning and I’d awoken in a good mood, as I did every Thursday. It could have had something to do with the fact that I was going to see my super sexy science teacher Mr Robinson that afternoon.
There is always time for a little naughtiness during the working weeks at the St Barts Gynecology unit.
I stayed sitting perfectly still, my eyes on the clock on the wall. He should have been here ten minutes ago, and had let me know that he was running a little late. Still, it isn’t a good idea to upset your mistress.