“It's your game,” Ryan said.“Okay, truth,” Paul answered.“Who do you sexually fantasize about when you jerk off?” I asked.“Oh come on, m...n!” Paul answered. “That's gross. I don't jerk off. I don't need to.”“Truth or dare?” Paul asked me.“Truth," I said.“Have you ever had sex with a guy?” he asked me.Paul's question really hit a nerve with me. No, I hadn't. But I certainly wanted to.“No,” I said. “Hell no!”Things started to get a little more out of hand at that point.Paul pulled out a pack of. He’d keep it to himself, like everything else. It was better that way.It was getting darker. He thought he should go home, but the dread of explaining to his parents why he'd run off made his feet drag. The creaking of the swing set's chains seemed louder now, so he stopped moving. Maybe I can just stay here, he thought. Just never move from this spot and become part of the landscape. He'd always liked the park. He imagined sitting at the feet of one of the concourse statues and, over days and. I got on-top of her on her couch and slowly made my way inside. 'So this is what it feels like,' I said to myself. I wanted to go slow, because I didn't want to finish too soon. "Fuck me Dean. Fuck me harder." I closed my eyes and did everything I possibly could to contain myself. I started to pump faster, and she started to moan and scream. "Oh right there! That feels so fuckin' good. Keep going!" I kept going as long as I could. She started twitching and began saying the magic words, "Oh fuck. She had given her body to him in expectation that he would offer matrimony. Bat had ridiculed her in front of his cronies when she brought up the subject of marriage and told her,"Honey, I sure do love your pretty little pussy and I love poking that soft little ass, but I would never start housekeeping with a slut that loves to stick her ass up high for any big cock that comes along."For the past nine months, she had been subjected to almost nightly indignities to her body. She had discovered.