I turned back to suck on the cock in front of me but while I had been watching Jo the cock in front of me had changed to a new one soft and in need of...attention, I leant forward taking it all in my mouth and waiting for it to grow in the warmth of my mouth, one of the hands had hooked his thumb inside my bra and was touching my hard very sensitive nipple it felt fantastic as the cock started to grow in my mouth, it was soon hard and big I grabbed the base and started to wank while I sucked and. I don’t hear anything but there is the unmistakable strain of tendons as I hyper-extend Elizabeth’s wrist. I end-up standing over her as she lies on her back. I’m physically in control of the situation now and I feel her relax; feel her stop fighting. I let her go, thinking it’s over. It’s not over, as soon as she is free, she grabs something and swings it into my face. She’s on the floor, and can’t generate much force, which is lucky for me as the bottle of wine clunks solidly against my. As she pulled up even to the corner where the coffee shop faithfully waited, she slowed her car and pulled in. She dug through her purse quickly for her wallet and had her latte in hand in exactly 3 minutes, 24 seconds. She was impressed and held it carefully as she maneuvered her car back into traffic. ‘Have you ever really felt him?’ She still couldn’t get the sound of her voice or the words she had whispered out of her head. She sipped at her latte, her head bobbing with the beat as she. Then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we areUntil we learn who and what we are not,And, bereft of the opposite sex,I wonder as I wander, seeking, on my quest,A mirror to mirror my true soul,A fountain of the deep that is deeper yetThan the soul I keep, a looking-glassThat does not look upon a topsy-turvyWorld of white rabbits and caterpillars,But it is too much, I think, to ask,And I simplify, hearing, smelling, tasting,Touching, blind to the rest.