Fir achanak mere bagal wali lady ne dhere se pucha ki mera naam kya hai maine name bataya..Boli kya kerte ho mai kahan job kerta hu..Usne pucha native...place kya hai maine kaha up ka hu yahan job kerta hu..Usne pucha akele rahte ho maine kaha jii..Fir usne kaha ok aur movie dekhne lag gaye..Fir thode der baad maine notice kiya ki vo apne bag se nikal ke kuch pee rahe the pta nahi kya tha but smell wine jaise aa rahe the.But mujhe laga hall me wine kahan se koi l;a sakta hai but mai samajh nahi. Sadly Derek went west taking a job in los Angles. This would be the first time we would have a long separation since we were in the ninth grade. Almost five years later, I got a message from Derek saying he would be coming to New York City on his way to London and would like to stop and spend a few days. To say I was overjoyed would be an understatement. While cuddling, after a very satisfying fuck, Joy said she had a confession to make. She said that while I made a trip home from college for. . . 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. Please, I can’t live without you.”Fuck. That last part was a little too close to the truth. She wasn’t ready for him to know that yet. Thankfully, his brain didn’t seem to have enough blood to function properly. The evidence clear by the engorged cock prodding at her mouth. She took it, and a moment later her body spasmed as his tongue squirmed against her vaginal walls.It was just foreplay—not even sex—but in that moment it was more. So much more. Maybe love. Maybe—Each jagged breath through.