Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he whimpered.It was even better than he’d imagined. In all of his masturbatory sessions imagining this moment, he had neve... suspected that his entire world could narrow down to a single point of pleasure, to the sensation of Jimmy’s cock sliding in and out of him. Everything else faded away. Distantly, he was aware of Jimmy moaning and grunting; he heard himself gasping out imprecations to fuck him harder, don’t stop, employing language he’d never thought would ever pass. Though, every time it reappears it has another ghostly form in its hand. Chloe’s body is at the funeral home. She was driving home from her after school job at the bowling alley. The Highway Patrol thought she had left the road and that she may have been on her cell phone. The irony was a telephone pole had stopped her car. She had thought it uncool to wear her seat belt and was thrown from her car. She was killed on impact when her body hit the ground. I know ‘it’ has her. I’m going to try and. Waiting until the water temperature reaches the desired temperature. Stepping into the shower enclosure, you reach for the lime scented body scrub and start to lather yourself up, arms, shoulders, upper back, lower back. It’s not until you reach your breasts that you realise just how aroused by the incidents earlier you still are As your soapy hands pass over your erect nipples, you struggle not to linger and tease, you tell yourself to stop thinking these thoughts once again, an your hands. We had met a couple of months before, when the first domme I’d ever frequented, a transgender woman who’d taken a liking to me, introduced me to her in the form of a session between the three of us. “She’s very strict,” I was warned, “I want you to represent me well.”Early on in the session, Goddess asked if I had been trained as a toilet, “golden showers only, of course.” I said yes, as my domme had once pissed in my mouth a bit, not enough to make it a satisfying experience. I hadn’t revealed.