I can't speak for other guys, but my teens and twenties were one long marathon wankathon. My sex drive was through the roof, and even having a nubile ...irlfriend wasn't enough to satisfy me.I used to go fishing when I was younger. It was a great way to get outdoors, was very relaxing and also meant that I was often away in the car with a tent and a sleeping bag for a weekend. It was on one of these trips I discovered what a glory hole was - and quite the experience it was too!I was heading up. She tried to move her head to escape but the thorns held her tight. When the word glistened, I forced open her mouth and shoved the rest of white goop down into her mouth. Then I slowly recited the three short sentences of enslavement.The wards about her dissipated into smoke; her charms fell lifeless from her clothes and limbs. The girl's eyes rolled up into her head and her body sagged informing me that the enchantment was complete. I released the brambles and let them retreat back into the. The first year I was here, I was too caught up in recovering from the most major and most disastrous relationship of my life. Believe me when I say that I shocked myself by having absolutely no interest in men at all for quite some time. I’m not the type to sit home with my multiple cats and multiple cheesy movies every night. Well, I don’t even like cats, I admit it. I’m more of a dog person, although I have been known to pet a kitty now and again. Point being, I haven’t been my usual social. They did not overly stare as they returned to their conversations. My chest pounded as nerves welled up inside me once again. Brigitte took my hand and gave it a little squeeze of reassurance. I felt them fade as I seized the excitement and energy of the club’s atmosphere.Someone called Antoine introduced himself energetically. A little overwhelming by his gusto, his greeting was customary, two air kisses for Brigitte and two for me too. Attired in a slim fitting black shirt and trousers,.