| Author: | David J. Peters | ISBN: | 9781466143104 |
| Publisher: | David J. Peters | Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | David J. Peters |
| ISBN: | 9781466143104 |
| Publisher: | David J. Peters |
| Publication: | February 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
I was feeling a bit low; my girlfriend had left me after I had tried to spank her. My name is Martin by the way, not that it is really important. By nature I have a dominant personality but sadly she did too, and the idea of being put over my knee, even in fun, had really freaked her out so much she went off after a blazing row. I’d been down in the dumps for quite a while when things suddenly took a turn for the better. It happened like this.
I was in the habit of calling in for a drink on a Friday night at a nearby bar. There was a waitress there that really took my fancy, shoulder length blonde hair and pert breasts that to me seemed to be begging to be sucked. The place was pretty crowded which meant that there wasn’t much chance to get to talk to her. Besides, she was a rather demur little thing and rarely talked to the customers other than to take their orders. Then one Tuesday night, feeling the need for a beer, I called in on the way home. The place was empty and I managed to get a few words out of her before another customer came in and spoiled things.
I was feeling a bit low; my girlfriend had left me after I had tried to spank her. My name is Martin by the way, not that it is really important. By nature I have a dominant personality but sadly she did too, and the idea of being put over my knee, even in fun, had really freaked her out so much she went off after a blazing row. I’d been down in the dumps for quite a while when things suddenly took a turn for the better. It happened like this.
I was in the habit of calling in for a drink on a Friday night at a nearby bar. There was a waitress there that really took my fancy, shoulder length blonde hair and pert breasts that to me seemed to be begging to be sucked. The place was pretty crowded which meant that there wasn’t much chance to get to talk to her. Besides, she was a rather demur little thing and rarely talked to the customers other than to take their orders. Then one Tuesday night, feeling the need for a beer, I called in on the way home. The place was empty and I managed to get a few words out of her before another customer came in and spoiled things.
