The Broke Politician – A story about Ovulation horniness
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
I’m about to tell you a short story about a man who met me at the wrong time. I’ll explain why I say it was the wrong time too, or maybe you’ll see it before I do and that’s even better.
The room was full of people who were dancing in dim lights, crowded, sweaty and charged with a lot of sexual energy. The air smelled like passion, the lights flickering low and sensual music playing. I knew he was here because he loved to show…
It was his eyes, his gorgeous eyes. They were maybe brown… close to green. And his body, his lean tall lanky well-chiseled body, his long torso and his huge dick that went all the way to his knees. I have flashbacks of him walking towards…
We sat in his car, and he was looking directly into my eyes as he spoke. Something was different today, still a man of few words, but I could hear the turmoil in his head, the loud thoughts. I could see him fight himself because…