Aur aapko aapki partner ko bohut halka mast aacha lagata hai Main aab kacha kach sat sat pach pach ki aawaz karte lund aur chut ki milan ko mast hokar...masti karwane mein laga tha. Woh bhi mere hoth chusti to kabhi hunkarte huye mere gal ko chabati excited hokar.To kabhi jor se meri gand ko chata marti masalati. Hum dono mast hokar aab aisehi ekdusre ko kaskar chudai ka maza de rahe the. Halka sa nasha aur do jawan pyase jism apni khushi se apne ap ko chudai ka maza de rahe the.Woh mast mere. The truth was I felt lost without her. I felt alone. She was in a similar mindset despite loving the life she was now making for herself."I miss holding you at night and how you smelled and your warmth," I confessed."I miss you too. But I know why you moved out," she admitted."Yeah I think Mom was about to bust us," I said."What do you miss most?" she asked.I really had no barrier now. I could say exactly what I was thinking and maybe she'd just hang up?"I miss how you taste in my mouth. I miss. A spot on my lip doesnt feel right, like its missing. I reached up with my hand to feel it. Theyre sore and partly scabbed. I explored the rest of my face lightly. My right cheek is bruised, I have a cut across my nose, and two black eyes. My tender skin told me to stop touching it. Alex confessed to everything that happened, everything to up before I came in and beat the shit out of him.Theyre putting him in jail, youll be safe. ———————————————————————————————————- Over the next several weeks. Onescent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a facefrom the past. Or a foot. Or a cock. In my case, I am ashamed to say,all three.I caught it in a crowded elevator, on the way up to my office. Hissmell detonated softly in my memory like a velvet land mine. Inmoments, my soft prick grew hard. I turned my head, discretely, tocatch sight of him; he of the three years that I lived on the leash ofmy senses, he who plundered my adoring holes, he of sweat and semenand salty.