The Fifth Time I Sucked Sam Caldwell's Cock
Our first overnight. On my confession of a secret fantasy, Sam invited a stranger to our room to make it come true.
Sitting alone at a table in the hotel restaurant wearing the vivid orange silk halter, braless, was unsettling. I hadn't worn anything so revealing in over ten years. That morning, Sam texted me to dress sexier than usual. “What,” I replied, “my jeans and a sweater not sexy enough for you?” “You’re sexy enough for me in anything you wear,” he replied. “But tonight is special. I want you to feel as sexy as you really are.”...