It explained the bikini armor he saw one woman wearing. Mari disagreed and believed some women wore it to get attention or take advantage of a special...charisma effect.Axel reoriented his focus on the upcoming fight. The announcer started a countdown. A hush fell over the crowd.This was simply a fight between two small-time worshipers, yet it was still a sight many wanted to see.Every man, woman, and child counted as a worshiper as they all prayed to the gods. But the term worshiper generally. His name was Mike and we played football back in high school. It happened over the summer (during college break) in his parent’s garage.I’ll never forget it. He fired up some 420 and started toking. Before I knew it, we were swapping head up against the trunk of a Chevy Impala.The dude had a very thick dick like a coke can. It was so hot.I had hooked up with other guys before but most of them were nothing like Mike. That’s because the other dudes were bi or full on gay.But Mike was as hetero as. ”“I’d like to feel you in me again. Cover me, Pen. Make love to me again.”I rolled on top of Annette and she guided my erection into her vagina. She was already wet and slippery. We moved together, marveling at the sensations of being so intimately connected to each other. This was beyond any dream that I’d had. We looked into each other’s eyes and I became lost in her soul as I was lost in her body. Yes, I needed to paint this, but first, I needed to experience it. Fully.After we’d made love. When questioned on my behaviors I denied, fought with him, and didn't take ownership. While helping me overcome some of the worst anxiety I ever experienced I dragged him down into my hell. I wasn't his rock. Months of nightmares have plagued me since. Now I am showing him my strength and rebuilding our relationship in the hopes that I can become his slut slave once again. Earlier this year he told me that there may come a time when he would travel or just need a break from the BDSM world. He.