Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (B.R.M.C.);\u201cLeave your wife,\u201d she tells me, painfully pulling my hair with her claws, clenching my cock with her pussy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She’s doing that thing. You know. I dunno how to explain it. When a girl clenches down and around the circumference of one’s penis in that Kegel handshake “gripping” sort of way. Well, that’s what she’s doing to me now, at this very moment, and she’s definitely making a point of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait … What?\u201d I ask her back with a smile, having clearly heard what she said, but hoping perhaps she’ll abort the examination with some nice light gentle exit clarification.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLeave your wife,\u201d she repeats. Louder this time, slower for me to digest. Adamant this time, intensely so it pierces my brain. Nope. No help. No dice. “No nice light gentle exit clarification,” I think while staring at the lights, wondering what the fuck I should say to her at this unique moment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She’s also not letting loose of her grip on me. A fact, I can’t help but notice given her incredible Kegel strength. My dick, quite frankly unable to move; but, honestly, there are worse, much worse, places to have one’s dick stuck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I get it though. I understand this delicate situation. We’re definitely communicating with each other. She’s clearly taking a stand with me, albeit naked on top of me while laying down. She’s a horrible beast. A crazy cunt. She won’t budge in the slightest. She won’t play ball. She won’t let go of my cock – not until I declare I’m divorcing my wife. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not fair,\u201d I fiercely protest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFuck fair,\u201d she tells me, now wiggling a little on it, but pinning my arms down, wrapping herself around my legs, not giving me any bit of traction in order to move or finish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
“Please let me cum,” I exclaim, I beg, I plead. “Please!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She hears me. I know she hears me. My cries. She looks right at me, her grip not budging, but her body softening as she leans down. I can feel her hand behind my head, now grabbing a fist-full of hair, then twisting it so hard my head painfully tilts up for her to kiss. “You cumming is not my problem,” she explains while kissing me on my lips. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s my own fault. No one to blame but myself. Accident didn\u2019t put me naked on this conference room table, and although I\u2019d like to say fate did, the truth is fate hasn\u2019t been kind enough for putting me in such a wonderfully precarious place. In fact, to be certain, fate usually does me otherwise. I\u2019m usually the guy to marry – not the guy to fuck. But, I guess there\u2019s a first and a thirst for everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this case, after a few times screwing in cars, then simply fucking on the hood of my car outside an Elephant Bar, we decided to find a more discreet place for our shenanigans. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We had sex in my office a handful of times, which was nice. There\u2019s definitely something to be said about making love pressed up against floor to ceiling glass. The lights of the Capitol Building serving as a backdrop with mood lighting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dodging the night crew can be exciting too. One time having to hold my office door closed, so the cleaning lady didn’t walk in on us having sex with her bent over my desk. I’ll never forget it. We could hear the cleaning lady getting closer, which turned us on, and built up the excitement. The closer the sound of the vacuum cleaner got, the more excited we got, to the point where we both vocally came while the cleaning lady was trying to push open the door.<\/p>\n\n\n
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<\/audio>Clap Your Hands Say Yeah; ‘Satan Said Dance’<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\nWe both soon moved out of our married homes and into our own places, so we didn’t need to find odd places for our shenanigans, but before doing so, our favorite spot at that time would have to have been the abandoned office suite across the hall overlooking the parking garage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remember we enjoyed going into one office in particular that overlooked the parking garage. It was so much fun to catch the attention of someone getting into their car to leave work. We’d turn on just enough light for them to see us – to let them watch me undress you – to put you on your knees so they can watch you go down on me – to bend you over a couch by the window, for me to get behind you, so we can fuck while we watch them jerk off in their car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I liked talking about it. I liked standing up tall behind you, spreading your ass with my hands, watching my cock slide in-and-out of you, while we watched someone pleasuring themselves in their car to us. I loved pulling your hair from behind, and lifting your body back, so they could see your face – your tits. Reaching my hands around your body, caressing the length of you. It never takes very long for our friendly stranger to cum, to get-off while watching us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We both, of course, enjoy using the conference room too. Like the night at issue here, we’d use the large executive conference table like a king bed, the lights serving as a heat lamp on an otherwise cold night. The boardroom lighting above the table also serving for her pleasure, as she’s able to use it for support while on top, either while sitting on my face or whatever cowgirl position is working. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But tonight is different. I knew it going in. Too much talk lately about the future, about my thoughts on the new building going up downtown. Yep – No more fun and games. No more simply enjoying our sexuality positively without complication. There’s now an inquiry pending. There’s a demand. Notice has been given: Leave your wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why me? Why does it always end this way? It always ends this way! I know, but why? To know, I’ve got no choice but to go back. To think about and to relive earlier days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio>Bono; ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I used to think it was funny making jokes about my situation. I’d think funny things like: “thank god socks can’t have children,” while tossing another wet one under the bed. “I’ll get it later, when no one’s looking,” I’d tell myself. Lord knows, I wouldn’t want my wife to find it – crusty evidence. … Continue reading The Life & Times of Mike<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2532],"tags":[2651,2647,1415,2649,16,19,2650,2533,2652],"class_list":["post-10944","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-aesthetic-ride","tag-black-rebel-motorcycle-club","tag-bono","tag-cant-help-falling-in-love","tag-clap-your-hands-say-yeah","tag-neuroticattorney","tag-neuroticattorney-com","tag-satan-said-dance","tag-the-aesthetic-ride","tag-whatever-happened-to-my-rock-n-roll-punk-song"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10944","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10944"}],"version-history":[{"count":40,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10944\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10991,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10944\/revisions\/10991"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10944"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10944"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/neuroticattorney.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10944"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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