What little rational thought he had left pointed him toward the location, reasoning that it was the most likely place to find his quarry. His sword ma...e an ominous hiss as he slid it from the scabbard on his back, and his rage seemed to double with the hilt of the sword in his white-knuckled grip.A few people saw him as he stalked the edge of town, though he was fixated on the path ahead and didn’t notice. He had eyes for one man, and one man only. Bolts slid into locks and windows slammed shut. So…’ she paused at the bottom of the staircase, ‘We have three hours.’ She leant across to the front door and moved a button on the Yale, ‘Three hours, one minute and thirty seconds.’ ‘More than enough time.’ She led him up the stairs and into the largest of the three bedrooms. It was nicely decorated with matching curtains and linen. ‘Nice,’ ‘Woman’s touch.’ ‘Yeah,’ he stood just looking around. ‘Well, we can at least take some clothes off.’ ‘Oh yeah sorry.’ ‘You’re still OK with this?’. She stood and faced me, posing hipshot. My gaze dropped to her nearly bald mound. Not a shy violet, this one. The need in her eyes drew me in. She dropped to her knees and tugged my briefs over the obstruction her show had caused. In seconds I was being sucked into a warm, wiggling cavern. I knew from our kiss she had a mobile and agile tongue. Here it was again.I blush to admit I lasted about a minute before going off. She never faltered, slurping the semen I’d been saving all week. I. I owe them much.With them, I learned to avoid nasty, ungratifying sex by never forcing myself uninvited onto a woman, never to fuck in anger, and never allowing myself to be humiliated by a grudgingly given charity-fuck with a disinterested partner. Such sex was not only not worth having, it was an evil that destroys joy, together with one's self-worth and all loving respect and lasting desire for one’s partner.The women I met taught me that for good sex, the desire had to be mutual and strong..
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