3) Yelling. It was a holy racket outside my apartment door. That I had not expected, and was not happy about. 4) An indescribable pain in my right leg... That was also expected, and I couldn’t do much about it. I reached for my phone and turned the blaring alarm off, knocking over a half full plastic cup, which spilled water all over my fake wood floor. Now that there was less noise, I was able to hear myself think. My thoughts were not kind. I was couch and bed-ridden for a month. I was two. That man, that stranger, the devil’s spawn had upset her greatly. She had never experienced that before and it upset her. Matthew was always sweet and caring and she loved that. But passion, PASSION, and lust were a dangerous thing. It made her forget who she was, and what she was about to do and it made her forget vows, promises and love. She had wanted to lift up her dress and feel him inside her – feel him possessing her. It was dangerous. She had escaped narrowly. Once she was married – she. "so you werelike a full-fledged prostitute?" Yes," I said. Not yup or ya or yeah. Yes."Like with a pimp?" Like with a pimp," I answered.He took a long pull of his beer and I tried to determine the collateraldamage."So how many guys do you think you've had sex with?"I rolled my eyes. "That honestly doesn't matter." But just guess."Are you fucking kidding me? "Like, a couple of hundred." You've fucked a couple hundred guys?" Evidently I was in Clerks now."They've fucked me," was all I. I told Oliver I may not be able to meet him but he said, 'You will and I’ll be fucking you for a good hour.'I picked up that he's a Dom and that he would hurt me sexually — I do like that at times — but he was kind of creepy. I chatted a few times with him but the pictures of his cock either excited me or creeped me out. I’d never seen a cock that pale or that shape. I didn't think the meeting would happen but Dan said to drop by and discuss it. Of course, we fucked and it was awesome as usual..