On Short Notice

This is exam week at the seminary I’m teaching at this semester. Progress on my dissertation has been grueling. I’m juggling multiple initiatives at the parish in preparation for Christmas.

Fucking’s a form of anxiety reduction.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

I needed to see someone on short notice. Adrianna had earlier recommended that I visit her friend “Giulia.” I texted her requesting an appointment. She responded and offered an early evening session across the bridge.

When she opened the door to her incall apartment, I was met by a slender Italian girl in her early 20’s with long dirty blonde hair. A form-fitting red dress showed off her long legs. Our abortive attempt at conversation revealed the limits of her intellectual imagination. No matter. I wasn’t paying her for her mind.

She asked me to help her out of her dress. I slowly pulled down the zipper in the back. She pulled down her dress and stepped out of it. Now only attired in a black bra and black panties, she drew close to me and gave me a light kiss.

“What do you like?”

I told her.

She unhooked her bra and slid off her panties. She planted her knees on the carpet, undid my pants, and wrapped her soft yet firm lips around my cock. She had commented that she loves to please orally, and her skills testified to her enthusiasm. After several minutes of intense pleasure, I gripped her hair and unloaded in her mouth. A couple of drops of cum dripped down her cheeks.

She got up and retrieved a wash cloth and cleaned me up. She started rubbing me again. I didn’t take long for my arousal to return. She hopped on the bed and asked me how I wanted her. She takes instructions well. She stuck her round ass in the air and positioned her face in the sheets. I stood at the side of the bed and ripped open the condom package she’d given me. Once the condom was on, we vigorously went at it. She responded enthusiastically.

Oh my god!

Fuck!