Now look, Scarlett…
“I mean, really; you want to be the catch of the day, not smell like the catch of the day. Remember; a fishy smell means something’s fishy. And, trust me; no guy … even a male-whore like Casper Whitmore … wants to call a slut who rides every stiff cock around, his woman.”
Alright; enough already! … Good Lord, this bitch can sure get on my nerves, at times. … This is the last time I’ll be having indiscriminate sex just to get what I want. Starting tomorrow; I’ll only be having sex with Casper Whitmore. … There; you happy, now?
“Who me? I’m always happy … after all; I do love me some dick. … Question is; can you abide by those famous last words, yourself? I mean, when you think about it; even a prime piece of meat like filet mignon is bound to become boring to the palate if you only eat that every single day.”
Forget it … no matter what I say; I never seem to be able to win in these types of banter sessions with Scarlett. Might as well just drop it; and, enjoy my shower.
I’m in the middle of soaping myself up, when he steps into the shower, and wraps his arms … which, if memory serves me correct, aren’t as massive as Casper’s; but, still nicely developed … from behind, around me; drawing my wet, slippery body closely up against his. I feel his now tired, flaccid penis pressed between my buttock cheeks … like an over-boiled, soggy hot dog placed into a bun.
I suppose, since Scarlett had recently brought Casper Whitmore up; I can’t seem to get him out of my mind, right now … and, continue to compare the two.
Had this been Casper; his penis would be fully-engorged and rock hard, and immediately jammed into my anus for a vigorous sodomizing … sort of like a diamond-encrusted, mining-drill bit steadily boring its way deep down into the earth to reach that sought after deposit of crude oil. And, while doing this … unlike my present partner; who has his arms wrapped snugly just above my waist … Casper would be using a firm grip, while fondling my breasts; which would also include the pinching and twisting of my nipples.
But, that’s what differentiates an Alpha from the rest of the male-wolves out there; it’s that assertive dominance they exert in whatever they do … and, in my opinion; Casper Whitmore is the Alpha among the Alphas.
Casper had always called the shots, and domineeringly taken charge whenever we had sex; constantly having his way with me, as he ravaged my body. His primary objective was to gratify his own libidinous desires, and enjoy himself; regardless of whether or not I was sexually satisfied … though, most of the time, I was more than fulfilled.
This one, on the other hand, isn’t nowhere nearly as aggressive; tending to be more gentle and tender with his ways. He also tries to be more considerate and accommodating towards my feelings and wishes. Most of the time, when we’ve been together, I’m the one in control; and, dictate the course of the sexual tryst … which, when I come to think about it; is generally how I orchestrate these sessions with my targets, anyway.
I decide to assertively take the initiative, and reach around to grasp hold onto his buttocks; then, firmly press him closer up against my buttocks, as I squeeze them tightly together around his resting penis. I coquettishly ask…
“So; what brings you in here? Come for seconds?”
I hear Scarlett goading me in my head; as she snidely interjects…
“Talking about having seconds; are we? I see … someone’s planning on being a gluttonous slut today; and, will be gorging herself with a cornucopia-like, carnal feast before starting tomorrow’s sexual diet. I get it, now. Go ahead; don’t let me stop you from indulging. Bon appetite.”
Have I mentioned before … Scarlett can be such a bitch.
He replies, “Actually; I thought I’d shampoo your hair for you. Maybe even help you wash all those hard to reach places, while I’m at it.”
Oh yeah, I have to admit; there’s nothing more charmingly adorable than a ‘pussy-whipped puppy’…
“Sure … be my guest.”
Once again; Scarlett snidely goads me…
“What’s he talking about; ‘hard to reach places’? Who are you kidding; you’ve got no ‘hard to reach places’ … all the places on your body are easily accessible; and, there for the taking. Am I right?”
Can you please just cut the shit; and, leave me alone?
“Yeah, yeah; whatever … go on; have your fun. … But, hey; just be sure to have him give your crotch a good scrubbing again, when you’re finished. … Later; hater!”
Bitch! … Anyway; good riddance, for now.
He begins shampooing my hair; and remarks…
“So … I suppose you’ll be making your move tomorrow; and, try getting back together with Casper Whitmore.”
With an evident air of confidence resounding in my tone; I reply…
“They’ll be no ‘try’ about it … I will be getting back together with him, tomorrow.”
He lets out a short laugh; then, momentarily stops massaging his fingers through my soapy hair, and tenderly wraps his arms back around my waist … drawing me closer in to him…
“Sounds like someone’s sure of herself.”
“What can I say; my feminine charms are a forced to be reckoned with.”
While pressed up against me, I can feel that his once flaccid penis is now only half-limp; so, I take it upon myself to resuscitate it ‘back to life’.
I scoop up a handful of foamy lather from my hair in my hand; then, reach around, and start to slowly stroke and pull on his gradually increasing, throbbing penis … working it like as if I was milking a cow … causing it to swell up, and harden.
I can hear him faintly moan; before he replies…