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GIRL TALK (28 June 2006)It was late, way after midnight, and Dr. Holden Knight was attempting to be quiet so as not to wake up his wife as he undressed getting ready for bed. The moonlight streamed through the open window and cast a yellow glow upon the face of Miranda, his wife of ten years, and looking at her sleeping quietly, Holden couldn't help but think that he was the luckiest man on earth!!! Ten years ago, when he was forty one, a bright, beautiful coed took an unaccustomed interest in an older man, and as they say the rest is history! A whirlwind romance of six months, and Professor Holden Knight and Miranda Walker were wed on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the University Chapel. Being over twenty years her senior had never gotten in the way of their happiness, and in some ways it even enhanced their love life! The shear excitement of being with a younger woman was still a rush, and Holden never tired of seeing his bride of ten years removing her clothing, even if it was just to see her get into the bath tub!!! He still couldn't believe that such a beautiful creature had given him the time of day, but here she was, a woman who could have easily posed for Playboy magazine, in his bed and there for the taking!!! Not wishing to wake her up, he slid silently into bed and in minutes joined her dreamland.
Miranda Holden looked at the clock from a crack from under the covers, "Jeez louise," she said out loud, ten o'clock, I've got to get hustling," and like a shot she was out of bed and into the shower, the warm water cascading over her voluptuous body, the familiar warmth spreading through her crotch and finally centering on her now throbbing clitoris. Her finger instinctively found the little bud that had emerged from its sheath, and with her other hand twisting her hard nipples, Miranda Knight brought herself to a numbing orgasm. After a quick blow dry to her short black hair, she hurriedly dressed and was off to her luncheon date with her best friend, Sally Erickson. The two young women settled into the large leather booth in the dimly lit restaurant and ordered their drinks. It was Miranda who spoke first when she said, "Sal, I got a real problem on my hands, and I just don't know where to turn!" Sally knew her friend well enough not to interrupt, so she sat quietly waiting for Miranda to spell out the details. "Ya know how much I love Holden, and I wouldn't do anything in the world to hurt him," she continued, "but I gotta tell ya, Sal, that for the past three weeks I've been having an affair!" Sally sat stunned, hardly able to speak, because Miranda was the last person on earth that she thought would stray! Finally collecting her thoughts, Sally replied, "Who, why, do I know him?!?" Miranda shook her head and answered, "No, you don't know him, and as for the why, well, how should I say this, well Holden is, uh, well, Holden isn't what you'd call good in the sack!!!" "Really," Sally asked in a surprised voice?!? "No, he isn't," retorted Miranda, "in fact I have trouble getting excited at all when we "do it"!" "Is it his technique," asked Sally, "or what?" "He tries hard," Miranda went on, "but he just doesn't have it where it counts, if you know what I mean?!?" "Oh, that," Sally nodded knowingly, "so he's not exactly John Holmes I take it?" "Hardly, Sal, he's barely Tiny Holmes!!!" "You gonna dump him," asked Sally? "I don't want to dump him," Miranda answered quickly, "I really love him, it's just that once in a while I want to hear the trumpets blaring and the rockets going off when I have sex, is that so wrong of me!?!" Sally reached over and covered her friend's hand and squeezed it softly and replied, "No, Randi, there's nothing wrong with that at all!" |
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