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I tried to break away but his strong hands remained on my shoulders and pulled me to him in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue's rough invasion of my mouth met with neither resistance nor compliance. I was simply too stunned to respond in any fashion. Drunk Gone Bad The fingers of his left hand intertwined in my hair while his right hand slid down to my breast and almost mauled it with the urgency of his desire. When his mouth finally released mine I was completely breathless.
"You want this, Debra. I can tell. You can stand here and give me a dozen reasons why we shouldn't but you can't honestly tell me that you don't want to."
My body was shaking with pent up desire. As much as I wanted to deny his words, I couldn't do it. I did want him to take me right there on the patio. Drunk Gone Bad My long subdued sexual frustration didn't even want to wait to get to my bed but still I couldn't get my mind past one thing.
"No", I argued. "I'm too old for this."
His voice became tender and his touch gentle. He stroked my hair as if I were his pet. "Debra, don't listen to yourself. You're a beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman. You're in your prime."
I could only stand there and shake some more. Drunk Gone Bad He kissed me gently on the forehead and then tilted my face up to look him directly in the eye.
"What did he do to you?" he asked with deep concern.
"Who?"
"Your husband. Mrs. Jankowski mentioned that you'd been married. What did he do to make you doubt yourself so much?"
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