"Boy, that was some night!" she slurred, holding a hand to her head. Pete nodded wordlessly."You should have stayed around and gone home with us, Pete..." Susan said. "You would have loved it." How do you figure that, Susan? From where I sat last night, you had no plans for me to be included in anything that happened." Hey, Pete. That's just not true! That was my night to show you how it felt to be cheated on. But ol' Dev explained it to me. I understand why you didn't want to come with us and. What is now pain that I want direly to escape was precisely what was integral in bringing about the incredible rush that I had craved all my life in the first place. Such sadistic pain giving such perverse pleasure, and now, even feeling the full extent of hurt and no longer able enjoy it, there remained a deep need, an almost mechanical response to you. Like a child awaiting Santa, the Gothic version of that tale.It starts from my toes to my feet, neatly caned in rows from sole up, the design. Was listening to Neon Moon from Brooks & Dunn and because I’m nowhere close to a scene like this in my RP’s, I decided to write it myself. I haven’t written a store by myself in forever. I am using lines from the song in this!WARNING, it’s a sad and short Drarry one-shot, no happy ending. I might make a happy ending, because I do have an idea for. On Saturday I was feeling a little bit horny and then started to watch some porn on the net, until finally I came across a new site; there were pictures of different white women with black men. But then I was shocked to see a picture of Helena, my wife’s girlfriend; that bitch who was a real slut; that bitch I had fucked sometimes, that bitch who had got her husband Jorge become a perfect cuckold…I clicked on the link and watched a video showing her sitting naked in front of the camera, saying.