Soon after he began going to meetings, he made me walk behind him and not with him holding his hand. If I did anything to anger him I suffered for day... with painful bruising, knocked out teeth, broken bones, and lest I mention all the different cigarette burns and other various injuries and humiliations, none of which could ever be mistaken as consensual kink. Violence had become a mainstay in my home. I feared him more with each passing year. It wasn?t long after the beatings and verbal and. For a second, I thought she might lean in and kiss me. Instead, she shook her head and pulled away.I sat up and watched her return to her seat. I was sure something had affected her. I was also sure she had finally realized what she was doing and shook off the urge. For a moment, she sat looking both frustrated and confused. I didn’t blame her. I felt the same way.After a moment, she turned again. This time the other way. She opened another cabinet, and pulled out an urn. It was made of brass,. She could never say any of that out loud. Even to think it felt to Rose like the most transgressive thing she'd ever done. Beyond that, it felt wrong, like she was poking at the world's foundations and daring the gods to reduce the city to rubble for her sins.She said them anyway - not out loud, but in the secret language of their bodies. She said it with her fingers and her tongue and the movement of her body. There were no words and hardly any sound, but every touch seemed to scream what she. I wasn’t that excitedI handed her a towel and she wiped her mouth and chin, grinning at me then Sera, Polly was glad she was able to swallow my cock. I was happy too. That was the best I have ever had. It made me want more.I handed Polly what was left of my warm Coke and she turned the plastic bottle up, draining it. She threw the bottle at a trash can fifteen feet away and I watched as it sailed in a high arc and fell right in.“Damn, you’re good,” I said and she grabbed me around my neck. I.