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“Amanda was just dumped by that guy she was seeing,” said Lo as she poured the pot of pasta into the colander.

“Which guy?”

“I don’t know. I can’t keep her boyfriends straight. But she had fallen for him pretty hard.”

“Uh oh. What happened?”

“From what I heard, he was like all the others.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You know, another ‘bad boy.’”

“A bad boy?” I asked, grabbing her by the waist.

“Oh, don’t be daft. You know what I mean,” she said as she slapped my arms away to put the pasta in with the sauce. “Get the dishes ready,” she instructed.

“No, I don’t know what you mean. Tell me.”

“She’s a serial bad-boy dater — guys who are clearly no good for her. She’s such a goodie-two-shoes herself, but she seeks out and is attracted to these near criminals who treat her like garbage.”

Lo bent over to grab another pot from under the counter and I slapped her ass. She stood bolt upright and looked at me. “You — you’re a bad boy.”

“Me? I’m no criminal. And, might I point out, I treat you like a princess.”

“Would you slap a princess’ ass?”

“If it was an ass as sweet as yours and she wanted to be slapped — hell yeah.”

“Never-the-less, you are a bad boy.”

“I don’t have the foggiest what you mean.”

“You’ve turned this innocent little girl into a real porn star,” she said, her fingers running down the length of her torso as if demonstrating the evidence.

“Ha! You were a porn star long before I came along sweetheart! Only back then you kept it in the bedroom. All I did was tell the world about it.”

She bent over again to retrieve the pot and I slapped her ass again. She looked back from her perspective below the knees and said, “If you do that again we’re going to go into the bedroom and fuck instead of the dining room to eat.”

“How about we go into the bedroom and I eat you and then we can fuck in the dining room?”

That appealed to her and we left the meal to cool while we heated up.

“You fuck like a porn star,” I said to her as I was on my back and she riding me from on top.

“You’re bad, Daddy,” she said as she bounced up and down.

After she got her rocks off and was lying next to me, I asked, “So, why do you think Amanda goes for these ‘bad boys’?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, as if I knew Amanda’s story, “Her father was no good and she’s just looking for someone to take his place.”

[From the blog: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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