Compared to the residential streets and the serenity of the neighborhood where the hospital was, St. Pete was just what I needed. It was alive and thr...bbing in the humid heat. I parked my car and walked Gulf Boulevard. I stopped in a small beachside restaurant and had a beer and a burger. Then I drove to a small artsy area where I parked and strolled again. I liked this inner feeling of confidence brought on by good sex. Later, I walked down a small street with art galleries and bought a small. I just wasn't sure about what she was trying to say -- what it all meant -- why she was acting that way," Toby stammered."Well," Randall replied, "Erin can be really direct. If she wanted just sex, she'd have taken you somewhere, and you'd have just had sex. If you guys are doing romantic things, then she wants romance..." Wow, no shit? She's THAT direct?" No shit, Man. Trust me," Randall replied. "If she was letting you get away with things, it was because she liked what you were doing. She. ” I looked at her quizzically and asked what’s that? She said I want you to eat my pussy while I sit in this chair and yes, I haven’t cleaned myself up.I was not ready for this. I felt a bit weird. Before even I could protest she had both her legs on my shoulders. She pulled me with her sheer strength and bought my face close to her pussy. The pussy seemed to be enticing me and calling me towards it even though it had been fucked mercilessly last night.I felt her hands at the back of my head. Over the last few months she had discovered a particular writer who went by the user name “ThisIsJimmy!.” She came to believe he was a god of words. His stories—chapters in his dark bible— burned into her very soul as she read and reread them. She left glowing testimonials in each of their comments sections and valiantly defended his work from those who posted anything but a glowing review. Then it happened. After months of following him, he sent her a private message: DeadlyNightshade .