Single Antonia, 27

Not important Bernardo, 42

Married Laureen, 34

If that isn't a "Let's just be friends" if I've ever heard one, I Hadley don't know what is. Regardless of what she might say you two live an entire ocean apart and half a country. It doesn't really matter what your feelings are or were. She's way too far away. And you had your opportunity when you lived closer to one another. But it isn't there anymore is it? It's time to let this go and cut off all contact. You realize the reason why you're moping around and being upset, right? That when people suggested you get busy and move on it didn't work? Because you're still in touch with her. You need to flat out tell her you need some time and don't know how that's going to be. Then you take that time to get back into dating. But you don't immediately pigeon hole yourself into dating immediately. You take the time to mourn, then when you think you're ready to start dating, you start dating. In that interim you're always going to compare every date you go on with her instead of giving them an shot. "They've been screened but you won't know who they are" prefaced the caress of the blindfold over my eyes and around the back of my head. "Everyone is clean. Everyone is excited. Are you excited sugar?" he cooed into my ear as he cinched the blinder tighter. "I suppose; although I would it a multitude of things really uncertainty, surrender, objectivity " his hand snaked around and clapped my mouth shut as he chortled out a small "shush. you chatter a lot when you are aroused." I heard him rumble out a "hmm" before his hand moved to cup my jawline and encourage my mouth into an 'O'. His steps moved around me and I felt his breath on my face as he hissed out something that sounded like "yes, that little pout is going to be full of cock tonight". A grin was behind his words, lending them mirth instead of them sounding as porn-vapid and serious as they could have sounded. He let go of my face and my mouth went a bit more slack but remained open. There was a quick slap to my cheek with his rough hand which caused me to shut it with and audible clap. The corners turned up slightly in a semblance of a bemused smile. I always wonder how I can be so mischievous and tremulous at the same time. His hand closed around mine and I shuffled to the door behind him. I was quite comfortable in my favorite lounge-wear a wife beater and soft nearly fleecy gray sweats (so loved were these pants that they had small holes in the ass and knees. To this day I have to be careful to not wander out in public having forgotten I was wearing them.). Nobody was going to any part of me aside from my mouth. I was to arrive and leave nearly unseen. I was just a mouth tonight. A receptacle for cum. We arrived at their house and I was quietly and unceremoniously ushered into the closet. It was a quintessential hole so I was told. There were two plush pillows for me to kneel on and I could either position myself on all fours; mouth at hole, or on my knees with my hands braced against the plywood on either side of my gaping maw.Single Yanira, 59

Single Hank, 51