17-02-2019, 12:45 PM
"Let's go back to the couch." Trupti said to him, wrapping our hand around a now throbbingly hard old white man dick.
She put one foot on the couch next to his thigh. And put the other hand on his shoulder. That hand had the letter.
"Wait...I just realized something." I said.
"What?" Vernon said, annoyed.
"Just one moment."
I stayed like that, one hand around his dick, another on his shoulder, one foot on the couch, another on the floor, my pussy positioned just inches above, waiting to ride him. And started having another internal argument.
"Trupti...you became real soon after Malay talked to me, and I gave him my number."
"So?"
"He called me. I couldn't go out with him as me. I went out as you. Slept with him who knows how many times as you."
"So?"
"How do I know you are just the wild experimental side of me wanting to sleep around? Maybe you are the side of me that finally agreed to date Malay. To overcome my hesitation and disdain for him."
"If that were true, sweetie, you wouldn't have fucked your way through half of Manhattan on the side."
"Yes, but none of those stuck...right? None of those showed up at my door and said they love me. Malay did."
"Okay...fair point. But still, the world is full of Malay's."
"I don't think it is." I said. "I think he might be the one for me. And I might be pushing him away for the sake of some petty revenge over my boss. I should call him back up and ride him instead of this wrinkly sack of shit."
"That's it. I am sick of arguing. I don't need your permission. Never have before." she said and my pussy started getting lowered towards the dick.
"Well, I don't need your permission to NOT fuck this guy." I said and raised my crotch up again.
"What are you doing?" Vernon said breathlessly.
"Trying to settle something. Give me a moment." I said, still suspended over his dick.
And I resumed my struggle with Trupti.
THE END
*****
Epilogue: As most of you will have figured out by now, this is my erotic tribute to Fight Club, the masterpiece book by Chuck Palahniuk made into a masterpiece movie by David Fincher. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you liked reading it.
Have ended it like this on purpose, so you can choose in your own mind how you would like the story to end. In the arms of Malay or riding the bitchy boss's husband.
She put one foot on the couch next to his thigh. And put the other hand on his shoulder. That hand had the letter.
"Wait...I just realized something." I said.
"What?" Vernon said, annoyed.
"Just one moment."
I stayed like that, one hand around his dick, another on his shoulder, one foot on the couch, another on the floor, my pussy positioned just inches above, waiting to ride him. And started having another internal argument.
"Trupti...you became real soon after Malay talked to me, and I gave him my number."
"So?"
"He called me. I couldn't go out with him as me. I went out as you. Slept with him who knows how many times as you."
"So?"
"How do I know you are just the wild experimental side of me wanting to sleep around? Maybe you are the side of me that finally agreed to date Malay. To overcome my hesitation and disdain for him."
"If that were true, sweetie, you wouldn't have fucked your way through half of Manhattan on the side."
"Yes, but none of those stuck...right? None of those showed up at my door and said they love me. Malay did."
"Okay...fair point. But still, the world is full of Malay's."
"I don't think it is." I said. "I think he might be the one for me. And I might be pushing him away for the sake of some petty revenge over my boss. I should call him back up and ride him instead of this wrinkly sack of shit."
"That's it. I am sick of arguing. I don't need your permission. Never have before." she said and my pussy started getting lowered towards the dick.
"Well, I don't need your permission to NOT fuck this guy." I said and raised my crotch up again.
"What are you doing?" Vernon said breathlessly.
"Trying to settle something. Give me a moment." I said, still suspended over his dick.
And I resumed my struggle with Trupti.
THE END
*****
Epilogue: As most of you will have figured out by now, this is my erotic tribute to Fight Club, the masterpiece book by Chuck Palahniuk made into a masterpiece movie by David Fincher. I had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you liked reading it.
Have ended it like this on purpose, so you can choose in your own mind how you would like the story to end. In the arms of Malay or riding the bitchy boss's husband.
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