Can you feel it? The slow, steady drag of air escaping from your parted lips, filling the expectant heavy atmosphere with the moisture of your desire....Can you feel the trembling of your skin and the fluttering of your eyelashes, as weighted by need they press down eager to caress your flesh? Can you taste the wetness pooling in your mouth as your tongue tip teases along the undulating ridge of exposed teeth before flicking further outwards to coat those soft lips in glistening saliva? Can you. " Well,a professional rapist is just what it sounds like, someone who rapes people formoney. In other words, people pay me to rape women. They have manydifferent reasons for coming to me: revenge, rage, wanting to break thevictim, or just knowing that that woman they see every day has been violated. How does itwork? It's simple, really. You leave a quick note at a nym accountI have set up, making sure to tell me who gave you the e-mail address (I onlytake referrals) as well as who you are. She could make any guy turn an eye. She was an exhibitionist. She loved to show off her curves and ass.Nisha and me had our share of fun. Best of which was sex at GOA at sunrise. That story I will reserve for another time.Moving on. We moved further down the room. We saw the room brighten. Saw a lady in a white dress blowing another guy. Man was she mind blowing. The guy receiving the BJ closed his eyes,leaned back emitting yelps of pleasure. Nisha was getting turned on as much as me. We went. The cure came from mysister inmates, all, supposedly insane. The order of commitment,it said I suffered from hysteria, did it not?" "Yes." "And 'hysteria', from the Greek, is a state of mentalaberration attributed to the female organ, the womb." "Yes, that is the commonly held hypothesis." "These women, by making me ride the horse, as they put it,must have adjusted my womb, and cured my melancholy, for I felta euphoria such as I have never before experienced, and you heardme.