“Don’t you dare let me ever see you naked like that again!” shouted my neighbor.
She was angry because I ran around nude all the time. I always loved the feel of my bare flesh and the pleasures from it and when I showed off it was even more of a thrill.
I was 28, never married but very sexually active in both men and women. Although I do admit I enjoyed women more than men. I was built and knew it, 5’5” 112 pounds, 38D-24-36 and long curly blonde hair to get you started, my high cheek bones and brown eyes gave me a native mix and a lot of free rides.
I had moved here to the suburbs for one reason, “SEX!”
Her name was Emily and she was 35, a mother of three by 18, but now she was all but single. Her husband left her and her boyfriends all dumped her, and even her children ran away from her. Her youngest was engaged to be married when we met a month ago in the city.
She was working at bar as a dancer and so was I, only I was the main attraction and usually I traveled around from place to place performing. Then I came upon her. Most people didn’t see what I did. She was 5’1” 145 pounds, and though she was chubby and wrinkled she had a nice enough figure 36-30-38. I loved her short red hair, like a flaming red and her green eyes. The owner of the bar felt sorry for her and hired her but he told me she wasn’t good at dancing, but she didn’t mind it when the patrons felt her up or even played with her. Seems she was a sex addict like me.
Now she lived on the other side of me in a small run down mobile home. The others in our small community wanted rid of it but the thing had existed for more years than any of the houses and no one could get her to move.
Now Emily had two passions beside sex, she loved her ... Les hele novellen
