It’s the one she gave me because it had ‘our tune.’ Actually she called it that because it had been the first song we danced to in The Cellar Cl...b the night we met. To be honest I can’t remember what was playing, but this song is one track I really don’t like. Then again, maybe that’s because of the memories it stirs up. Funny how some details of that night are still clear in my mind whilst others have been forgotten. It was a small but popular club in the basement of a seafront hotel. On a. What he heard excited him further, the breathless moans of joy caused his still-enlarging prick to leak its natural lubrication.He entered Elaina’s room at a most opportune time, she had peaked, achieving the orgasm she aimed for and had temporarily left this world to be lost in her own mind in utter bliss. Richter wasted no time in approaching her, standing right beside her, he was then able to see what this stoned solitary slut was getting off to.The images on screen were degenerate. Computer. His footsteps warned her that he was coming in the living room and she braced herself for another fight."Morning", he said and he ran his hand through his black hair."Morning", she replied and she went in the kitchen to return with a mug filled with black coffee which she handed to him."I think I'm gonna miss all these as soon as you leave. Who's gonna bring me my coffee or cook every day?" Nobody", Angela answered. "I guess that you'll be back to pizza, beer and porn".James laughed and almost. He just wanted sex all the time. The amazing thing was, he had almost superhuman stamina. He could last and last, hour after hour, no matter how many women he was with, no matter how drunk or drugged up he was. He set new records for how many times he did it, where and when, and with whom. One night he was with 12 women in a row. The other guys in the band were amazed, astonished, jealous.What they didn't know was that he couldn't get off. He was unable to orgasm, no matter how hard he tried..