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Taken ‘Without Consent’ in the Kitchen -I prop my bicycle up against the inside wall of the porch, slip my key into the lock of the front door and let myself in. I then divest myself of my back pack dumping it on the table in the hallway before walking into the large L shaped lounge and dining room.I slip my work jacket off and place it around the back rest of one of the dining chairs and as I do I become aware of activity from the kitchen; Sharon must be home early. I fancy a cup of tea so I head for the kitchen.As I enter the room I find myself becoming aroused which is odd since my libido seems to have been fading recently.Sharon is at the sink and hasn’t heard me; or has and is pretending not to hear me.She is wearing jeans and a navy blue sleeveless top; her chestnut hair, rich and lustrous as ever, hangs halfway down her back.Her bare white arms move industriously: scrubbing each plate, placing it noisily in the rack before repeating the action with another piece of crockery or cutlery.I feel my erection straining against the fabric of my trousers.I suddenly imagine canlı bahis Sharon in hot pants and flimsy revealing top with thigh length black leather boots plying her trade as a hooker on the streets of New York City.I steal up behind her, put my arms around her slim waist, brush her hair gently away from her neck and then kiss it.I expect her to flinch but she doesn’t; instead her arms stop working.I press my body hard up against her; I need her to know that I am aroused and ready to take her, take her roughly if needs be.My hands travel up beneath her top and slip her bra off; her nipples are hard. I squeeze her breasts and knead her protuberant nipples. I then pull her top off and cast aside her bra; her torso is still in good shape and she is forty-five now.I quickly unbutton her jeans and pull them down to her ankles along with her black lace panties. She does not resist but simply states: ‘You know it is my period…’‘I know… and you know that I don’t care.’She is naked and vulnerable in front of me with her elbows resting on the edge of the sink.I strip swiftly bahis siteleri myself, tossing my clothes to the doorway.I move to her and feel for the string of the tampon; she has given herself up totally to my a****l lust now. I pull the bloody and swollen sanitary pad from her vagina and lob it into the bin.I grab hold of the tops of her arms and in a slow motion judo move I bring her body, shoulder blade first, down on to the cold lino of the kitchen floor.I pin her down and then penetrate her; her cunt, normally tight, is even tighter.I start thrusting hard straightaway; I do not care if she climaxes as she exists purely for my gratification.Her normally pale cheeks are flushed and her nostrils seem to flare with each push of my cock.She begins to groan loudly.I reach, swiftly, the point of no return, climax strongly and then slump down satiated onto her heavily breathing frame.‘Fuck me! That was good, Sharon… I really needed that.’‘Me too… can you get up now… you’re heavy.’‘Sorry.’I pull my penis out of her cunt: it is streaked with blood and spunk. I like that, güvenilir bahis blood and spunk, good title for a book I muse.I feel good about us – I think we are over the worst of things now.‘Fancy a tea Sharon?’‘Yes, please.’ She says, bundling up her clothes and heading for the bathroom to clean up…*That was about as good as it got with Sharon; it was pretty much downhill after that. I have to confess I was really surprised that our relationship had survived after I had spanked and slept with Cas; but we had decided to give it ‘one more go’ and had gone ahead and bought a place together. One day Sharon had admitted to me that she had long entertained the fantasy of being ‘****d’ which surprised me because our love making had always been gentle and prolonged. I then promised that I would take her when she was least expecting it, to which her eyes had lit up.I had felt good after I had ‘****d’ her; I had also felt optimism too about our relationship. It wasn’t to be however as she seemed to retreat back behind her wall of inhibition which frustrated me since I believed life was for living and desires for fulfilling.As I write this here on my laptop, about eleven years later, I can see now that what I naively thought was a new beginning for us was in fact just the beginning of the end…

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