Heat meets heat, hands are relentless, roaming, owning. Legs tangle. The unyielding strength of your body is at once fearful and necessary. I strain t... fit you and am rewarded. My eyes open, my gasp causes a momentary furrow in your brow as your head dips again. Your tongue surges in time with your hips and I am lost in the matched thrusts. Were I able, I could not find words, only sounds and so I let them flow around my tongue and from my open mouth as it is pressed against your neck. I close. My hair is loose about my shoulders, my lips would be pink and flavored bubble gum and I would be wearing red pointy stilettos… You opened the door and you said, “Candice, what are you doing here?”…I said, “hey Teacher, I’m just wondering how I can raise my grade…you know in any way you want”…I walk through the door past you and sat on your couch…I crossed my legs and you can see far enough between my thighs to know I’m wearing a pink thong…I crossed my arms over my chest which hid my nipples. “At least you won’t get so drunk that you throw up all over me, and then pass out.”“I promise I won’t do that!” I said.The waiter arrived with our meals; Tracy had ordered the lasagne, while I had the spaghetti and meatballs. There was a plate with some crusty garlic bread on it; I tore off a hunk, dipped it into the sauce on my place, and ate a bite. It was exceptionally tasty. We ate in silence for a minute or two, and then Tracy put her silverware down, and reached over to touch my. You must count out every hit. If you miss one then you will have to start back at one. This will be a math lesson you will never forget.? He laughed. That laugh made Kassie more nervous than before. She lifted her skirt and prepared herself. The first hit shocked her. It wasn’t that hard but part of her didn’t really think he would hit her. ?One.? The next one felt a little harder. It stung quite a bit but she was trying her hardest to remember to count through the pain. After all, she.