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What was she gong to do? This couldn’t be happening, Charles was the perfect man, he had a plan for everything. So how could Tim possibly be in her thoughts her mind, and most importantly between her legs? Monica smiled at the thought, being with Tim was an adventure, he opened her mind to other thoughts, he forced her to stop and look at herself. He was spicy and passionate, he scared her to death but the thought of not seeing him caused her world to spin. Monica knew Charles had sensed something was wrong between them, but he didn’t want to push her. He sensed the balance of power had shifted between them; but he didn’t know how to fix it or if he should be the one to fix it. He figured Monica had the problem; he reminded her she had a good thing in him and it would be a shame to ruin things. That’s exactly what her mother had said time and time again. Monica ‘s mom loved Charles and told Monica he was everything she needed in her life. All her life Monica did what her mother wanted, there wasn’t much Monica did on her own. Consequently her soul was always in turmoil. Her mom knew just how to make Monica feel guilty when she wanted to rebel. It was just easier to do what was asked of her, plus Monica had grown used to being the reliable one. She kind of liked the structure in her life knowing what to expect, so when Charles walked into her life with his financially stable, structured ways, Monica’s mom nearly had a heart attack making sure Monica understood she was to hold on to him by any means necessary. Tim on the other hand was everything momma disapproved of, it wouldn’t matter that he owned his own business and was very successful, and could make her little girl smile in ways Charles never had. The only thing momma could see was a musician an uncertain future, and how Monica would be throwing away a sure solid thing for something she wouldn’t be able to count on. Monica picked up her work and pretended to busy herself, but her mind drifted towards her last encounter with Tim, he was playing his sax for her at the club one day during her lunch break, the sound of the tunes kept reaching her in her soul causing her nature to pay attention to every note he played. The hypnotic music lulled her to a place where only he could touch her; Tim always undressed her mind before he undressed her. He walked towards her as he played softer notes until he was right in front of her then dropped to one knee placing the sax down, and began to slowly rub his hands on her legs slowly parting them as she sat in the chair. His fingers reaching further between her legs until they found their destination, causing Monica to slide forward, as she leaned her head back lost in the momentary pleasure of his fingers as they tickled the inner most recesses of her body, she rewarded him with her nectar, as he continued letting his fingers dance in her as he bent forward and slowly slid his tongue into the place his hands had just been causing Monica to jump a little as she felt the warmth of his tongue swirling around in her licking her, tasting her, he parted her legs further burying his face into her, getting every drop she had to offer. Monica began to move and gyrate her hips, moaning deep in her throat as the pleasure within her continued to build until she could no longer take it anymore, releasing the very essence of herself, the intensity of her orgasm shook her as though her body was trying to pour from it all that had been held for so long. Tim sat and smiled at her as she recovered, not wanting anything else from her, but to enjoy watching her take pleasure in what he had offered. Monica looked towards the window again the rain slowing down to a drizzle. Both men knew about the other, she never lied to Tim about Charles, and somehow Charles figured out there was someone else snooping around his lady.

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