(These would fuel my fire later.)The day finally ended. Chloe was stood at the school gates waiting for me; she grabbed my hand and dragged me up the ...oad to her house. I wanted to beat her up know but I waited till we was at her house. When we got there she ordered me to get dressed and get ready for work. This is when I changed I told her to find a new ho as I lunged at her grasping her school tie and chocking the life out of her. She begged and pleaded for her life as she gasped her last. ”“I know just the thing. We have a cookie called Hausfreunde, almond-apricot sandwich cookies dipped in bittersweet chocolate, made specially for Christmas and sold in the Christmas markets. I bet your host’s family would love those. They are favorites of mine. They are expensive. But if you want to Beeindrucken—what you say, impress, your host’s family...”“And you could show me where to buy these cookies in the Christmas market?”“Sicher, ja—Certainly, yes. And then after we go to the Christmas. And explode I did! I've no idea how many shots I fired but it was a lot and it was fantastic.Prior to my vasectomy, we had discussed the fact that not using condoms would be very messy for M. I suggested I could clean her with my mouth. I think M thought I was joking. I wasn't and basking in the afterglow of shooting my load inside her, I asked if she wanted me to clean her cunt. M was unsure, thinking it would be gross. I assured her I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to do it. "Ok,. Then he comes to me. He is the hero of my mind’s eye, tall and strong – sometimes thick and solid as an oak tree, sometimes lean and spry – always older and wiser, and always so strong. He doesn’t speak much but his voice is deep and slightly rough, his hair is wild, dark and curly – his eyes, always blue or gray or green, bore into my sole and read every thought. He scoops me up as though I weigh nothing and holds me so close. Where he carries me depends on my mood. If I’m still angry at this.