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"Ok,
but monogamy is one thing, while me fucking another woman while you watch is
quite another! Can you explain that?"

"Yes.
I love you! I
love
your body! I love every inch of it and I don't get
enough just by doing you. I want to see your body at work on another woman,
because there are things I'd learn from watching it. I can't see those things
while we're fucking, mainly because our sex times are intense, but also because
I can see only so much while I am busy with you."

"But
these are things you feel, not see, baby!" he objected sheepishly. He knew
she was partially right.

"Some
of the are, but there are things that I know we can do better."

"Better
in what sense?"

"I
want us to have absolute orgasms, darling! We know what sex is, but I want us
to know what sex
can
be! I want us to experience ecstasy in bed such as
we've never had it before! I want us totally disengaged from any of these
things that tell us we can't have this or the other! I want us completely
free!"

"You
don't think we're free right now?"

"I
mean free from the biases of this world we live in and sometimes from our own
biases."

"Give
me an example," he pleaded with her, but she already knew his thoughts.
Her body got closer to him and her right hand worked its way to his lap and
then to his thigh.

"Do
you remember what you told me the second time we fucked?" she asked in his
ear. He tried to concentrate.

"I
believe I told you have an unbelievably beautiful ass and I wouldn't mind
taking it sometime."

"And
do you remember what I told you?"

"Yes.
Oh, yeah, please don't start something you won't finish," he responded
with shorted breath.

"Ahhh,
baby, that's not what I told you! Try harder!"

Monica's
hand made it impossible for him to utter the words. His breath got heavier and
his eyes were shut. She knew too well that he could only be one thing at the
time, only one thing that she desired him to be and she played him well.

"That's
not fair," he managed to whisper between heavier breaths.

"I
see you are...'harder', but that's not what I mean," she said as she
kissed his neck and ear. "But I'll take what I'll get for right now."

"What
do you think you'll get if you keep doing what you're doing, baby?"

"Perhaps
I'll get
just
what I want," she told him emphatically.

"And
what do you want right now, darling? Because I am about to rip that dress off
you and slam you right here on this couch and take you in every imaginable
position until I explode inside you!"

"I
don't mind that at all, but that's not what I have in mind right now. I have a
nice surprise for you, but you must do something just as nice for me first,
darling!"

"Like
what?"

She
got up, walked to the bathroom and came back with a box.

"I've
got these yesterday and you'll have to learn how to use them."

"Anal
beads?" he exclaimed happily.

"Yes
and you'll have to use them on me before you go there. Unless...you no longer
like my ass..." she said provocatively.

"I
love
your ass," he assured her promptly as he grabbed her hand,
pulled her body to his and began to undress her.

♥♥♥♥♥

Lisa
decided to take the day off. She had a full week and had enough of the
irritating challenges at work. She needed to relax and kick back a little. The
morning breeze was lovely and she opened both windows on the ocean side to let
the fresh air come through. 'I wonder why Carl hasn't called me lately,' she
wondered to herself, but let the thought pass. The day was too nice to ruin it
over a man.

She
turned on the TV and as usual, CNN headline news took over. Lisa never watched
much TV anymore, but she liked to have it on just for the background. At least
for a while.

She
watered the flowers by the windows, then turned her attention to the rest of
her home. It was almost empty but not lonely, just like she designed it. She
was the only soul in it, but the house was full of light and life. With white
furniture and a tinge of light brown edges, it reminded her of the old house
that she grew up back in
Tennessee
. Lisa enjoyed light and allowed it
everywhere in her life. In fact, she insisted on light. When she was promoted
at her job and was offered the office, she made sure it had plenty of natural
light. Lisa was all about light.

The
day was full of good promises and she was about to open the refrigerator door
for an orange juice when the news on the TV captured her attention.

"...Gulf
Shore Oil Company is, as we found out yesterday, a former subsidiary of British
Petroleum that was acquisitioned last month by Halliburton. The company was one
of the several offshore drilling businesses charged with negligence by the
Environmental Protection Agency in the aftermath of the Deepwater Horizon
disaster. The company operates under EPA license in both the gulf area and the
Alaskan Southern Slope and is expected to show record profits for 2016.'

Lisa
closed the frig door and thought about the report.

'I
must talk to Carl now,' she concluded and reached for her phone.

"Carl,
you owe me a dinner. When are you gonna pay up?" she asked curtly.

Carl's
silence told her that he was taken aback. He was.

"Ah,
how about late this afternoon?"

"Ok.
What are you up to?"

"Oh,
just going over a project that one of our interns proposed earlier. It's
actually interesting. But we'll see how it goes. I don't know if the marketing
department will approve it."

Lisa
always show interest in other departments, mostly because she looked to
diversify her job, but this wasn't the day for it.

"Carl,
I am off today. I really don't want to talk about work. Just come on to my
house when you're done."

"Oh,
I'd love to have your opinion on this," he insisted. "But, as you
wish. See ya later today."

The
afternoon passed by as Lisa enjoyed the beautiful Californian sunset. She was
looking at the bay when Carl walked in.

"So,
where you want to go for dinner?" he asked her confidently.

"You
may cook me dinner here if you want. And you will, even if you don't want to,"
she bossed him outright.

Carl
noticed the ingredients on the kitchen counter and smiled at her.

"What
makes you think I know how to cook lasagna?"

"You're
a big boy. So, put that apron on and get to work. I am getting hungry."

He
submitted to her demand and worked his way slowly around her kitchen.

"So,
Carl, tell me, what is the deal with the Halliburton digging in the Southern
Slope? I thought that was a pretty settled deal and I just can't see how BP
would give that up."

He
looked briefly at her and measured her intent.

"I
thought you didn't want to talk about work today," he came back.

"Oh,
come on. This is not work. This is just personal curiosity," she defended
her inquiry. 'Yeap, right. And you want me to believe that, heh?' he asked
himself.

"I
am not all that sure about the whole thing, but it seems odd at best," he
tried to satisfy her. "BP never gives up ground, but it looks so now. I am
waiting to get some data from a former BP engineer. I suspect they made a swap,
but I can't prove it."

"What
do you mean by a 'swap'?"

"Oil
companies often pay other oil companies either in oil or proven grounds. But
they never just give up the license to a proven ground to another oil company,
unless something major happened. And this seems to be the case here, because BP
simply submitted to Halliburton's demand to make a swap of ground for
responsibility."

"Ah!
And do you think that'll work?"

"We'll
see. Here. The lasagna should be ready in about 45 minutes," he said as he
pushed the tray into the oven.

Lisa
looked at his butt as he bent over and went on to grab it. That startled Carl a
bit, but not enough to stop him from turning around to hug and kiss her.

"Damn,
you're fine," he thought out loud.

"
How
fine?"

"Very
fine!"

"Fine
enough to do something for me right here in the kitchen?"

His
brain tried to think as his hands were feeling her body. They couldn't get
enough of her and reached hungrily for her lower back while pulling her hips
against his. He wanted every inch of her body and there was no question in her
mind about it.

"What
would that be?"

She
undressed herself to reveal a fine g-string line and then started working on
him. His pants were off soon and Carl was all hers. She grabbed one of the
white chairs and pushed him gently in it. She began to stroke him ever so
slowly and leaned over to his right ear.

"I
want to see you masturbate yourself. There's something magic about a man
pleasing himself."

"You
really like that?"

"Yesss.
I love it."

He
followed her wishes and gently worked himself while looking at her. Lisa
grabbed another chair and sat right next to him. She caressed her pussy, at
first slowly and then faster. As she watched him, she let a finger go inside
her and she started moaning.

"
Don't
you come
, Carl. Do not come. That's my thing. That's my job. I want to
taste your juices today."

"As
you wish, baby," he agreed as he stroke his meat for her.

Her
fingers worked her clit in a frenzy of pleasure and with an exalted satisfaction,
she screamed out couple of orgasms. Yet, they didn't take all her energy away.
She went over to him, took his manly hands in hers and wrapped her lips around
the head of his throbbing cock.

Her
motions soon made him moan as well and he felt his orgasm so near that he could
only grasp for air. His scream was louder than hers, but Lisa didn't let up.
Her mouth tasted him and she could feel the warmth of his sperm in her mouth.
Gently, she let him enjoy his orgasm.

She
raised her head and looked at him while her mouth was full of his semen. He
watched a little of it droop from her lower lip, and he found her even sexier
right then.

"I
take it was good. Do you want it back?" she asked him and they both smiled.
He didn't mind kissing her, but that was just not enough for him. He needed to
fuck her a little more before he broke the news to her.

'Ah!
The benefits of sex! They're so great! You clear your mind and relax your body!
Your entire being is overwhelmed by the velvet heat of orgasmic ripples if the
guy knows what the hell he's doing. And if he doesn't, well... he shouldn't
wonder why we relegate him as nothing sperm donor and ATM machines sometimes.

Men
still don't understand that happiness begets sex, not the other way around but
once you get there, well, you need to put out, boy! You need to do it and you
need to do it often, well and like a job your living depends on!

I
want my man to be, well, I don't know how to put it in words... I want him to
be mine, in the sense that I'd know I can do certain things with him. But I
want him confident and assertive, as well. He can't just be my toy. Hmmmm.
Maybe a playful toy at it, if any. One that will do what I ask it to do when I
ask it! That would be great! I mean, an erection is like a carnal carnival that
renders useless all restraints, and I need that!

Like,
sometimes I want him to take me!
Take me and fucking ravish me, asshole
!
Do it! Quit playing around with all the bullshit. I am not made of glass and I
am not gonna break! So, take me with all the assertive force that you can
muster, rip my clothing off me and fuck me! You'll get more orgasms out of me
that way and they won't be so elusive. So, grow some balls and fuck me!

And
leave that goddamned job of yours at work! Don't bring it home! It's part of
the problem!
Your
problem, not mine! Keep it that way!

Ignite
my pleasure and take me in ways I have never been taken before! Be a little
more creative! You got to my bed and that took quite a bit of creativity on
your part. So, I know you can do it. Do it!

Don't
tell me not to do it 'like that' in bed! Don't tell me my skills are subpar
when I am trying to get pleasure out of you! Stop putting me under pressure by
asking me if I got off yet! You'll be the first one to know if I had a climax
or not and you should be able to tell it on my face and body. Don't tell me you
gotta be outta here by 3 and whatever you do,
please
don't tell me what
your ex did in bed! Keep me happy and I'll give you what you need! And remember
something. Quantity will never trump quality. Get it right, man!'

Jennifer's
thoughts took over her office work and there was plenty of that to go around,
but she just couldn't disconnect her thoughts from more important things. She
was happy as always, but something was eating away at her happiness. Something
had the audacity of troubling her happiness, but she didn't know what. She
concluded that it must be men's fault. It usually is. When they do something,
it's generally wrong. And if they do nothing, it's just as wrong. Ignoring a
woman is the worse thing a man could do.

Her
dreams were suddenly interrupted when Carl made his way in her little office.
Dressed in navy blue pants with an unbuttoned white shirt, Carl seemed
surprisingly attractive to her.

"Is
your phone turned off?" he demanded to know.

Jennifer
tried to disengage both her mind and body from the lusty world of the past half
an hour, but her efforts didn't seem too successful.

"Ah,
no! I don't believe so," she answered as she checked her cell.

"I've
called you three times in the last hour."

"Oh,
Carl, I am sorry. I had it on silence as I was working on this paper."

"Ok.
Never mind that. There is an social innovation conference up in
Sacramento
tomorrow and I need you to go with me. Monica Schaeffer's
coming, too. It will only be the three of us. You can make it, right?"

"Sure.
How long will it last?"

"We'll
be there for three days. I'll let you know what hotel we're going to stay
in."

"Ok.
No problem. Is there something in particular I need to prep for it?"

Carl
paused for a minute.

"Let
me get back to you on that later today," he answered her curtly and walked
out of her office just as fast as he came in.