It was as if I was penetrating her soul, desperate and hopeful for her heart of hearts. The look on her face began changing. With another slow, loving...push, I sank all the way inside her to the hilt. Her face turned red as she screamed aloud as if shot in the gut.She was howling like a beast, sobs of uncontrollable vehemence as if giving birth. She looked at me with teeth clenched- tear, shock, and winder masked her sweaty face. I said proudly, “I am inside you, my love. I love the feeling. Without the shoes her forehead came to just below my nose. I was surprised. I hadn’t realized I was that much taller than her. Her hair smelled good too.“You smell good,” I said to her forehead.“I don’t see how,” she said, looking up at me.There were those glossy, full, soft looking lips. Her teeth, behind them seemed to gleam, so white were they. I wanted to kiss her so much I could feel it pulling inside of me. It actually felt like there was a string, or rope or something attached to my. Then I hung out in the glory-hole cabins and had my dick serviced a bit by a couple of good suckers, trying not to shoot what was a big load stored up in my balls for a few days.Then I felt like a smoke. I never smoke except when I’m having fun. It relaxes me and makes me feel even hornier. So I got my wrist stamped by the door-man - that meant I could come back into the club after smoking outdoors.I went to the local newsagent, aware that I was getting the odd appreciative look from passersby. I’m talking pain levels high enough to make me lay in bed for several hours crying and using every bit of my self restraint to keep from putting my gun in my mouth to make it stop because my pain pills aren’t getting it.So there’s large bursts of OMG pain occasionally and an almost constant drone of low level that I live with always. You get sick of that. When you stop hurting. You’re afraid to move because it might start again.With my type of Aphasia you transition back and forth from verbal.