Whoever said that committing suicide is a coward's way of running from reality must've been idiots. Have they themselves tried committing suicide? Did...they have any idea how much courage you need to take that final step towards oblivion? Or how hard it was to move your fingers closer to the wrist and how hard it was to actually run the razor across your veins? Did they have any idea how painful and torturous it was when you're hanging by your neck? Have they ever thought how scared one felt. Disorientation reigns, I’m not sure what this says about me. I only know I am content, pleased to be with you, satisfied with this position as your subservient. You pick me up as if I weighed nothing and carry me into your bedroom. You stand me up beside the bed and remove my underthings. “There will never be anything between us when we are in this bed Kerri, nothing but skin to skin”. With that you ease me into the bed and pull the covers up over us as you take me in your arms, holding me. My nose is now pressed firmly into his pubic hairs. As I begin licking the top of his balls with the tip of my tongue I feel him shoot stream after stream of cum down into my stomach. I can feel each pulse of liquid as it shoots past my lips, along the length of my tongue, and down my throat. I pull back just long enough to catch a breath then impale myself onto him again. I hold that position as I feel pulse after pulse of spunk squirt down my throat. Again I pull back, this time sucking as I. Philip's cock began to flinch and throb in his pants from just imagining having Celia sitting on his cock and sliding wetly up and down as he held there by the waist.Philip couldn't resist and before he left the quick mart, he asked Celia if she'd like to go out for dinner some evening."Sure, I'd love to, when would you like to do it?" Celia asked, her eyes sparkling brightly."What about tonight?" Philip offered as he half wanted Celia to see his erection in his pants and half didn't want her.