..designed for your pleasure.......droplets of sweat rolling down your smooth body.....just as you are about to come he stops you......"sorry if I gav... you the impression you were now in control sexy",....he says with a wink......he pulls out of you and tells you to sit on the bed as he removes your blindfold.......drinking in the mix of candle light and the scent of sweat and sex.......you sit there still shaking with the sexual energy of having your orgasm cut short........as two lean. Yes, Ahriman. She dropped to her knees on the plush, red carpet and didnt move. He went to the kitchen and made up two plates and then carried them back to where she was. He put them on the table and went back to get two glasses of water. He put them on the table and sat down next to her. He held out one of the glasses to her, and she looked at him questioningly. Go ahead, take it, he said, and she did. He gave her a plate, and she placed both on the floor in front of her. He caressed her hair. They had married young and had a loving marriage. But after having sex with the same person for twenty-five years, well it got dull. It was the same old thing, go to bed, have sex the same old way, go to sleep. While it felt nice, George and Jasmine had fallen into a rut. They had had a really hot sex life at one time. They had probably done it everywhere they could and as much as they could have, but with time came the routine. Jasmine was happily married but not happy with her sex life. One. That compared to the festering blackness insideGunderson, Hanson, Madison, Benson---and most of all the man that hehad been so perversely attracted to---his whole grotesque array ofdeformities was just a mild case of the zits.But he was free of them now, of this place. And that felt good. Thatwindow and the express route to extinction that lie beyond no longerlooked so inviting. Because if this was the worst they were going todo to him, he really didn't have it bad at all. He could have ended.