Happy Anniversary (fm:threesomes, 5677 words) | |||
Author: tony69 | |||
Added: Dec 05 2004 | Views / Reads: 2397 / 1772 [74%] | Story vote: 8.50 (4 votes) | |
Most anniversaries represent a special date. Others mark important moments worthy of reflection. This story covers both types. Hot MFM action. | |||
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This weekend is my anniversary, and I'm so excited. I can't believe a whole year has past already. It seems like just yesterday that I came to my senses and finally kicked Michael's sorry ass out of my house. That's right, Saturday marks the first anniversary of my independence. The girls and I have plans to meet for drinks before we go dancing. I'm looking forward to having fun. I need this night more than anything. Michael was my first serious, long term relationship so I think its time I got back in the game. I've been on a virtual roller coaster this past year. I don't even know where to begin. I guess it all started one week before our fifth anniversary.I'm a personal assistant for a well-known public speaker. As his assistant, I usually accompany him on business trips. We were scheduled for another one around that time. It was supposed to last two weeks, meaning that I would miss our anniversary. I wasn't happy about it but duty called so I had no other choice. When I got home, I sat Michael down and broke the news to him. He remained quiet at first, not looking at me. When he finally spoke, I secretly wished he never had. "Well when do you leave?" "Tomorrow at noon. I have to pack tonight and take my bag to the office. We leave from there." He began screaming at me, "What the fuck! You mean I have to be alone on our anniversary!?" I was stunned. He never screamed at me like that. "Who the fuck are you screaming at?! I'm not your child asshole! I'm pissed too, but I have to work!" We kept going like that for a while longer until I stormed out of the room to pack. ...
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