Just take me and fuck me hard and without remorse.Oh God, it came upon me quickly and without warning. It was one of those exceedingly rare orgasms th...t I live for and pray for. One in which you completely lose yourself, and one where the individual spasms and contractions become one long, unrecognizable full body spasm. I was screaming and convulsing with it. It was orgasm and seizure all as one.Finally, it subsided. Not all at once. The after aura and spasms let me down gently. In complete. She continued, "You see, I know you know my boyfriend, Sly Bucks. On the night of his murder, I decided to take a walk outside to see if one could see his balcony from the ground. I wanted to put on a kind of show, if I found out partiers could see me from the ground. And I found out you can see his balcony - quite clearly actually."I gulped, but managed to say, "I see. And you saw something on his balcony?" "I did, Father."My heart sank. "Why didn't you tell the police what you saw." Well,. Why worry? Why yearn toward a dream that is doomed to be unfulfilled? Because it would ease my regret. The woman can’t even express her inner turmoil to others, apart from holding onto a loud, scratchy moan. She does this, on occasion, to no effect. She feels a part of her wanting to go back to the things she used to like- the feel of a new toothbrush against her gums, for instance. Such a little thing that the nurses here overlook so often. She would like to polish a jar of canned tomatoes. ‘Careful, you don’t want to over excite him,’ Trish said, spotting how worked up I was getting. ‘He does seem to be enjoying it a little too much,’ David replied, slowing down but not stopping. ‘It just goes to prove my point, however straight they are on the outside, every man is a little bit gay.’ ‘More than a little bit by the looks of things,’ she laughed before turning to me. ‘Well, boy, do you like having another man stroke your prick?’ ‘Yes. Yes, Miss,’ I said softly. ‘And what about.