“Quiet and poised”

This week a colleague called me “quiet and poised.” Little does she know of the lust that burns inside me.

It was this lust that directed me to Sarah’s hotel room. Having received her e-mail detailing her visit, I promptly set up an appointment. Having seen each other before several times, we’ve developed a nice rapport. Friendly conversation soon leads to us disrobing and our bodies twisting on the bed. Tonight my hands latched onto Sarah’s thick hips as she rode me. As I watched her big titties flop up and down, I heard her breathy, girlish squeals. The sounds that come from sex are primal. As my preternatural shyness dissolved, I caught myself emitting some low moans. Then we moved on to doggy style. The air was punctuated by her squeals and my rhythmic grunts. Then she shrieked. I started to lose myself in the throes of passion. My grunts grew deeper and louder. I couldn’t restrain my animalistic urges. As I came, a cry I couldn’t suppress escaped my throat.