You call me your bitch, your fucktoy, your faggot, your cumslut, and at each name the passion rises within me. I can feel your balls slamming against ...y bum as you drive deeper and deeper into me. I feel the pain and the I scream your name as you slam into me and I no longer seem to have a will of my own, my sole purpose is to be a conduit for your pleasure, your passion and your climax. I can feel your cock expand as you draw near to your moment of release and then you stagger slightly and I. Something within you is blocking any meaningful perception from reaching a place in your mind which thinks. You cannot see the beach, and the quiet of morning has set in. Your can’t feel it. Anything you touch just reignites the intensity of sensation already within you. All you can feel is yourself.This could be going on for a minute, or it could be for thirty. Unknown. For a moment you are hugging your knees, but in the next you are caught off guard by a pain under your shoulder, and you are. When the final round started, I hit him with the head-kick. He hadn’t been expecting it and straightened up in time to see the hay-maker inches from his face. He collapsed like I’d cut his strings.That was it. The switch flipped and it wasn’t Brad any more. It was some poor bastard that had no clue why I was so mad at him. I knelt down beside him and shook his hand. “You okay?” I asked him.“Yeah!” he said, dazed. “I don’t ever want to fight you again, man. I surrender.”I laughed, leaned over. She smiled at her children and looked up at the sky. She saw a canoe float by, in it was a girl and a boy."Hello there," Marlowe said."Hi!" Enjoying a nice day for a canoe trip?"The boy looked at Marlowe and she suddenly felt strange and became dizzy, lost her balance and fell to the ground. Cathy tried to wake her, but nothing happened.She ran up to the house yelling, Alexander, Alexander."Alexander come running from the barn and saw Marlowe lying on the ground at the river. "He rushed towards.