Like my pierced navel, a renovation that required some explaining. But I have my orders. I let her own me like this, down below, my tension building, ...et and inexorable, while I clasp his ass in my hands, as if owning the animal in him, conquering it, his pelvis bucking with contained excitement, powerful and tense under my direction. His dick, hot, wet, shiny, thick, disappears and appears, in and out of my mouth. It would make a beautiful picture, but she’s too consumed now too. My thong. And it was ultimately the destruction of that senseless belief that had left Amethyst so utterly unwilling to have her heart broken again. And here she stood again after having already fought so hard to put her life back together throwing it away. This time by getting emotionally involved with some man, and what a man! He wouldn’t die, she knew that much by the disgusting amounts of vitality he radiated. But he would cast her to the side when his desire for her had been sated and she would be. I’m probably just a jerk with an overdeveloped sense of what I should be, but I might be a romantic dipshit just looking for the right something or other to tide me through until next whenever. So tired. I go to bed with the light shining in around my curtains and a light fog coming from my mouth because I haven’t turned the heat on. Staring at the ceiling is not quite as effective as counting sheep, but I could never force myself past an irrational fear of getting shit on by the goddam sheep.. She fell into the softness of the bed, her muscles began to relax, and her body no longer felt contorted. She lay there, twitching, the occasional shudder running through her body. He crawled up next to her, and lay there holding her. They fell asleep, clutching one another, their breathing in sync, their bodys entangled.When she awoke, it was near the middle of the night, he looked peaceful. She admired his sleeping mass. She stuck her big toe out and nudged his manhood. It twitched and she.