She grinned broadly. "Oh THAT would be a major fuck up. Get pregnant from a guy I hired to break my cherry. I'm sure Arthur would LOVE that. YES...... have been on the pill since I broke up with Ophelia. I said that a pillow might be a good idea if I was going to fuck her missionary style. She smiled and handed me one of her pillows. She lifted her ass again. I pulled away the towel, placed the pillow there then put the towel over it. I held the pillow steady as she lay herself down onto. The last time I had seen him was in a little African town called Kumba. He and his so called rebel fighters, had just finished wiping out a whole village when we came upon them. He was just moving his men out when we attacked them. We killed fifteen of them, and only had one of ours wounded. He had gotten away in a jeep, running for his life. When I had gotten back to camp and reported, I was told that if we ever saw him again, we were to make every effort to either kill or capture him. My. .. so good. Images of her posing nude for the camera flash through my fevered mind. Of her reading “the sexy parts,” of her hand reaching between her legs as the characters in the story stoke their own fiery passion. I imagine how moments before she had sat where I now stood as her urine splashed noisily in the bowl. And I again feel her fingers on my hot erection, her lips on my swollen head, kissing, sucking, stroking...“UUUUGGGHHHH,” I groan as spurt after spurt of white, viscous semen. Satyrs. Nymphs. Oh, Nymphs. Do you know what a Nymph is? The most beautiful woman you’ve ever met pales in comparison. Nymphs are a race of gorgeous, shape-shifting females whom Gaia, the Earth Mother, granted both immortality and eternal youth. Their beauty attracts Gods, Goddesses, Satyrs and mortals. I’ve had affairs with many a Nymph. Believe me, they live up to the hype. I wanted to go to my favorite Nymph, Cecilia, but I’m glad I didn’t. Let me tell you why. I approached the beautiful.