My first step was to hint to Cassi that I found her attractive. This can take some finesse, but if you can put the idea in a woman's head that you've noticed her--without seeming creepy--often times she'll begin to think about you in the same way. In fact, for many of my conquests, this was pretty much all it took for them to offer themselves to me. To be fair, my looks helped a lot here, but I think even a less attractive man could use this as a solid starting point. I stared at her, still trying to decide if she was messing with me. "I'm sorry. I just can't picture Little-Miss-Innocent Cassi reading those kinds of stories. No offense, of course." The distress surrounding the abuse of power by an older man towards an adolescent girl, with all its ramifications – not least a threat of pregnancy, is horrific. By comparison, a boy may not appear to have much to lose, but the long-term impact can be equally damaging. Every day I am reminded of what I lost 30 years ago, what I didn’t do, experience, or experiment with. In my case, there was no intervention, but, as in the Macrons’ case, interventions don’t always work. Cassi was a coworker of mine at the outpatient physical therapy clinic I work at. Well, technically, she's kind of my boss because she's a physical therapist, and I'm just a PTA (aka an assistant). But she usually worked at one of our sister locations, so when she did cover a shift at ours, she didn't pull rank on me.

I mean, I dunno. I'd hate to leave home early and leave Joseph alone to get the kids ready for school. Plus, I'm used to working out at night." I unzipped his pants and went down on him. He began to breathe heavily and tried desperately to muffle his moans. It didn't take long before he came in my mouth, it was very fast, I wanted to spit but there was no place, so I swallowed. After it was done, he thanked me and I left the theater. I didn't even watch the movie to the end. It happened a year ago when I was 18. My friend couldn't go to the movies with me, so I was alone, and I was sitting next to this old gentleman, he was wearing a very expensive perfume, it was driving me crazy, he was also looking at me very often and couldn't take his eyes off me. Cassi shook her head. "Not anymore. I used to, but between work and my family, I found it was easier to just workout from home. We're signed up for a streaming exercise platform, so I just use that now."

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It's totally your call, no hard feelings either way. But think what you could do with the extra time in the afternoon. Don't worry about deciding now, but I'll be here all week if you want to give it a shot. Class starts at 6am and lasts 45 to 60 minutes, including warmups and cooldowns. We'll be done with enough time to shower and get ready for the day." Good looks are extremely helpful in getting women, for the confidence boost if nothing else, but they're not enough on their own. At least, not for my numbers. You also need to be able to connect with women; show interest in their interests; anticipate their turn-ons and turn-offs, understand what they want from sex, and so on. Experience and willingness to be turned down is also critical. I've had at least as many failures as successes, but I've learned how to deal with rejection.

Deliciously dirty, 'first time' Lesbian erotica; a sexually detailed story of skilful seduction and sweet submission. Sarah, a shy young virgin-girl has always lived a protected life at home with her loving parents until the day came when they decided that it was time for her to attend college, meet other girls her same age, become a bit more worldly wise, and also get up to speed on her education. But the biggest secret to sleeping with lots of women is to broaden your standards. I'm thirty-two now, but when I was younger, I only wanted to sleep with 9s and 10s. That was fine for a while, but everything changed one night after I slept with a 6. I won't go into details now, but that night changed my life. At the time, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I couldn't believe how much this 6 had outshone the other objectively more attractive women. I thought maybe it was a one-off, but after a few more 6s, I realized it wasn't.Can't wait to get into it!" I said enthusiastically, but it wasn't the book I was looking forward to. Cassi looked at me thoughtfully, putting her fork down from the salad she'd been eating. "Oh man. I have more hobbies than I have time for these days." She smiled wistfully as she turned her full attention to me. It was like she had just been waiting for someone to ask her that question. If things had gone differently, it was entirely possible I never even would have given Cassi a second thought. But then Casual Friday happened, and everything changed. And so, when Cassi and I were between patients, I casually quipped to her. "I know this is random, but I wanted to tell you that I almost didn't recognize you this morning. Being outside of your normal scrubs, I was like, who is this red-haired woman coming in like she belongs here?" See, you're not the first person who's told me that," Cassi said, jabbing her fork at me pointedly. "But what none of you understand is that Stephen King's not really a horror writer. I mean, he is, but he's a actually a character-author first and foremost. He just uses horror situations to bring out different sides of the people he's created."

Last warning--the main characters are not paragons of virtue. This story is not designed to illustrate any kind of ideal, but rather capture a more realistic view of two coworkers who become closer than they should. The characters aren't meant to be likeable, but they are critical to the story, flaws and all. The Macrons are unusual because they are still together, and apparently blissfully content. Is that because Brigitte allowed Emmanuel to spread his wings, and waited a decade before marrying him? Despite their protestations, we will never really know what happened there. Perhaps it is all clean and above board, but the fact remains that she was his teacher and he was her adolescent pupil. Let's see. I run quite a bit, and I like hiking too. Disc golf is a lot of fun, but I don't get to do that much anymore. I bake--I've been making our own bread for years now. I like to read..." I hope you don't have anything too hard planned. I'm not used to morning workouts, remember?" Cassi said, setting down her bag. Cassi laughed. "Yeah, this is my first time doing Casual Friday. But the only clean scrubs I had left aren't my favorite. So, I decided--jeans it is!"Cassi eyes widened and she held her hand up to her mouth. "Oh, Ian. I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about it. I got busy last night helping Dan and Michael out with their homework, and it just slipped my mind. I do want to give it a try though. Here, I'm gonna set an alarm so I don't forget this time." My name is Ian. This is the story of some of the hottest sex I've ever had. I don't say that lightly--I've been with over a hundred woman in my life. I know your first reaction is to be skeptical, but it's true. It helps that I follow the two classic internet rules of how to get girls: 1. Be attractive and 2. Don't be unattractive. They must have decided to sleep in this morning," I lied. "So, it's just you and me. But don't you worry, I'll have you so focused on the workout you won't even notice." I made up my mind. I was going to try to seduce Cassi. My chances may not have been great, but I knew if I didn't try, I'd always wonder about what might have been.

As I mentioned, Cassi didn't usually work at my clinic. She filled in once every month or two on average, when another physical therapist needed time off. This is how I'd gone a year knowing Cassi without ever seeing her in anything other than loose scrubs. But one Friday, she had a shift to cover, and instead of her usual scrubs, she came in wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I noticed you weren't at the workout session this morning. Decide to pass on my offer? No worries, like I said before. I was just wondering." Cassi shook her head at me, as if she was annoyed at my disbelief, but she kept smiling. "I told you not to laugh. But yes, that Stephen King." But would I be able to do anything about it? The biggest problem was the fact that Cassi was happily married. I'd slept with married women before, but they had all been unhappy with their husbands. You never knew what someone's marriage was really like behind closed doors, and it was technically possible that Cassi and Joseph were having problems... but I doubted it. She looked around conspiratorially and leaned in towards me. In a low voice, she said, "Don't laugh, but I actually really like Stephen King."verifyErrors }}{{ message }}{{ /verifyErrors }}{{