Then they started getting further apart and a little more distant. By the time three of my letters went unanswered, I knew I had lost her. My heart wa... broken and it was then that I went into a writing frenzy.My big break came when I was at the studio early and playing one of my compositions. One of the biggest stars of the day heard it and asked to use it on his next album. Other pieces followed and I eventually started pitching my songs and myself. A small label picked me up and the CD was a. I opened the door to my hotel room, Beefcake was huge. I’m 6 foot, Beefcake was half a foot taller, twice as wide and probably nearly twice my weight – all of that in muscle. He was wearing jeans and a button up white dress shirt.He walked in, I told him to take his shirt off which he did.Then I told him to put his hands on the door he had just walked through, spread his legs and I was going to give him a pat down. Beefcake complied.I put my left hand on his shoulder, he was super ripped and. She found she liked it, all the while blushing, now more BECAUSE she liked it so much. She hoped in the dimmed restaurant lighting her couldn’t detect how deeply reddened her cheeks had become. It felt as if it had spread even to her ears now, as the lobes seemed to burn against the metal of her earring hoops poking through them, a sensation that was entirely new to her, not the sort of thing you normally FEEL. She found herself wondering what went through his mind in those moments. He seemed. I drag the belt out of the morings of my suitpants and snap it with both my hands as I pull the hands in opposite directions, causing the leather of the belt to making a flexing sound. "Give me your hands"... You look at me like I'm a chemistry set... "Give me your fucking hands!" You quicly push your hands out infront of your body, esposing your wrists. Your gaze cement on the fire in my eyes as I place both your hands on the middle of the belt and fold ends of the belt over it causing the.