Most of my close friends call me Charlie, but your wife or girlfriend would most definitely call me something completely different, wouldn’t she? Perverted, kinky, twisted and inventive. I mean really, why would she even try to compete with that? What’s my price for being your fuck toy? The question tumbles out before you can hold it back. It’s very simple really. I don’t ask for much. After all, MY needs are being met, aren’t they? What I want, my price if you will, is your every thought. While you are dutifully fucking your boring wife twice a week in the same position so you don’t offend her delicate sensibilities, you will be thinking of me. When you are sitting in your office in the middle of your day, thoughts of me and how you can pleasure me will slip into your brain and your hands will tremble with the urge to touch and caress. Your nights will be haunted with dreams of me and you will wake up hard and aching, desperate and eager to hear the sultry whispers of my voice in your ear. Will you be able to hold off until you get in the car or will you sneak into the bathroom and run the water to mask the sounds of your release?
Well…will you?
XOX
Charlie
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