Back home, my evenings are spent mainly maintaining my internet contacts and surfing the net. I had to learn 'computers and the internet' when they st...rted getting introduced in the branches and that's when I got the surfing bug.Wednesdays are a little different. I stay on in town for the literary society meeting, have some supper in the same cheap and cheerful café each week then drive the fifteen miles home to a glass of wine or cup of cocoa while I check my emails, maybe responding to one or. " He started fucking me slowly, and I reached down and put my fingers on my clit. Enjoying the strong thrusts of his dick, I looked at the city below, played with myself and felt exposed, ashamed and, above all, excited. Soon I felt a hot wave building up inside of me. I moaned and bent a little lower, so the cleaner could enter deeper. "Don't stop now," I said. "I'm about to come..." He started moving a bit faster and squeezed my breasts, which got me even hornier; I couldn't take it much. There was never just one satisfying feeling from him or for him. He always had to feel more. And it had rubbed off on me. I was in an inhuman withdrawal. The lonely days had nothing on the bitter nights. I suffered as I found myself unable to control my beast-like lust for him. My master was gone. I had been pushed over the edge. In my days of reflection came sick and twisted thoughts of what I could, would, do to exact my revenge. I wanted it badly. I wanted James and his wife to feel the. How can they? They have no idea what it is to be so fundamentallywrong on such a basic level of being. God made heaven and earth, man andwoman, but he made you wrong. He put your woman's mind inside the bodyof a man and he won't answer any of your prayers, your pleas for help andmercy.You've tried living as a man but it's not you, it's a lie. People expectyou to be what they see, but you're sick of living that lie for them.How can you keep lying to the world and denying who you really.