Carol was studying that screen so hard she didn't even know I was there. She was typing one handed now. The other hand was below the top of the desk.I...dropped to the floor and began crawling toward the enticing picture between Carol's legs. Both her knees were forced apart as far as the desk drawers would allow. Her flaming-red cunt hair pointed to a very red, sopping slit. Her fingers were busy rotating against her clit. Occasionally they dipped down and thrust up into her body. A few strokes. I just laid back in my chair and lost myself in the present pleasure I was giving myself. I kept my eyes glued to myself on the TV and I kept watching the different men take me from one hard orgasm to another.I wanted to time my climax with one that I was going to have on the screen. I did and all I could think about was that black guy's big fat long cock fucking me. I rocked in my chair and just as I finished the phone rang. It startled me and I quickly jumped up to get it. As I picked it up I. The ultimate passion is the small wooden sculptures I fashion in my spare time. I own a piece by an artist called John Fox; it’s a stylised cat sleeping on a pillow. It’s a beautiful, simple piece that’s also a functional little box, the curled up cat, the lid.Over the years I created a few pieces that, hopefully, have given others as much satisfaction as the cat box still gives me. I don’t sell them; I wait until I find the right person and give it to them. I recall one night drinking in the. “Do you love me?” I let him know I mean to get a real answer. “Uuuuhg!” He paces stopping with his back turned. “Fine, then keep your distance from now on.” Hot tears roll down my cheeks. I so badly wanted to choose Raphael but I don’t think I can if this is how it’s going to be. I turn to go back through the window inside. “I love you.” I barely hear through the rain striking against the metal of the fire escape. “What?” I turn around, “I couldn’t hear you through the rain.” Raphael lets.