The years of unfulfilled sex left him wondering if he was desirable. Wondering if he still had "it".An online group for fans of erotica proved to be a...safe place to test the waters to an unknown audience who also shared an affinity for kink. The response was startling. Women praised him. Excitement began to build. The words of affirmation ignited a desire to continue to produce. He began to wonder if he could be the lover the character he created was.One fan in particular was of great interest. "Damn it, Ella, suck my cock, you little whore."What is going on in there? What do I do if he starts to hurt her? Devon questioned. The teen could only imagine the scene that was playing out just beyond the narrow wall."Bruce, you're drunk. You know how I hate it when you expect me to perform when you've been drinking. I won't be one of your porno sluts...at least not like this," she wailed, obviously not worried about who might hear.Bruce's tone suddenly changed and his testosterone fuelled. I got between her and kissed her hard. It was electric, every inch of my body came alive. She put her hand behind my head and guided me toward her mouth. I touched her cheek and slid my hand through the hair on the back of her head. She breathed deep and tossed her head back a little. I slid my tongue out of her mouth and inhaled her neck, a soft vanilla perfume was tonight's choice. I kissed her neck and between her breasts. Her shirt was fully unbuttoned this time and it fell open as I made. He stands there watching her, noticing the tiniest movement of her body, sees her fingers quaking. Knowing that she must be fighting the urge to turn and see what he has for her, knowing that when she does, this reaction will pale in comparison. A deep sense of quiet descends over him, a silence that fills his mind, allowing him to savour every moment of delicious anticipation of her reaction. He studies her, watching her hair shift softly quietly as she fights for composure, her conscious mind.