You are my heart and my air and I need you. Your mouth goes to my neck, sucking and kissing and I can’t think. Warning bells start screaming. You wi...l leave marks. My skin is so pale and though I can feel you holding back, you’re being anything but gentle. How could you be? My head falls back and hits the cabinet. I feel the clunk and I feel you try to pull back. I feel your concern for me in my own chest, connected by this gossamer thread that binds us, that sets us on fire when we touch. I. Well I have to admit that it was more now, than it had been before she got involved with me. We smoked it before having sex. It made it easier to do certain things with our inhibitions reduced.On the days I didn’t meet Trina, I had a very small pipe of the product after supper. I had only one and only after supper. I didn’t want to alter my reality, just to make it easier to deal with. When I was doing real work, I also had anxiety issues, but I could work through them. The three years on the. All of sudden my kinky fantasy was making me nervous.We drove across the street to a Red Roof Inn and I got out and followed them into room 123. I will never forget that number because it was the day my whole life changed. Once in the room Derek push Jane down to her knees and told her to take out his cock. I just slid over to the side of the room and sat in a chair. It was like I wasn't even there. It was the first time I had even seen a black man's cock and to me it looked enormous. Looking. I could taste remnants of the red wine he had, mixed with his saliva which tasted strangely sweet. I let out a moan when one finger disappeared up my vagina before being pulled out only to pluck the private strings around my very wet cave before teasing my clitoris, which was throbbing out of control in ecstasy. Clumsily, I tried to unbutton the violist’s shirt as quickly as possible only to have a couple of buttons from his shirt pop out, though on the plus side, I got especially turned on by.