Diet Another Day

erection in her hand. "Does this feel as if I'm teasing you?"
    "Oh, yeah, baby. Tease me more."
    "I mean it. I've never been so totally filled and fulfilled. Can I reenlist in your study?"
    "You still have three weeks."
    "Not long enough."
    "Make up your mind." he laughed.
    She took him in her mouth. He bucked, trying to stay in inside as she naughtily pulled him all the way out every other stroke. She did something with her hand on the underside of his balls that launched him.
    Laying with her head on his chest, she said, "I am a firm believer in fate. Fate made Rosaleen and I meet on the Internet on the Welsh corgi e-mailing list. Fate brought us to Miami Beach and fate made you choke on the cheese. We were destined to meet." Jessica hoped she hadn't babbled like a gold digging blonde.
    "Yes." He kissed her. Gently and possessively.
    "Hunter. So what does this mean? Are we a couple?"
    "That depends."
    "On what?" she worried.
    "I don't even know what you do in your other life. Where are you from? Are you married? What's your occupation?"
    "Assistant to the research librarian at the New York City public library. Single. I also breed Welsh corgis."
    "In your penthouse?"
    "I live in Hoboken."
    "No you don't."
    "Yes I do."
    "You live in Canberra, Australia. We ship out in two weeks, Missus Jones."
    "Australia? Did you just ask me—?"
    He answered with his rejuvenated love plunging between her thighs. She immediately emitted womanly moans. He slowed to a stop. "No, honey. You need to learn to draw it out. Savor the ride."
    Two more thrusts and she dug her nails in his back.
    He said, "Or perhaps you can just be multi-orgasmic. I'm flexible." He came.
    "But two weeks? No. I can't leave in two weeks. The boot camp and contest won't be over. We can't win."
    Hunter withdrew and stood up. "Okay." He headed toward the bathroom.
    "Wait!"
    He turned toward her, his thick cock glistening with her juices.
    "I don't really want to lose a lot of weight anyhow, and even if we did win, Rosaleen would still find something to sob about…my mom can take care of my puppies. They won't even miss me at the library if I don't come back…"
    "So what are you saying?"
    "Good day, mate."
    The End

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