Not in Clarksville anyway. Notafter what happened at the dance. That's why I decided to move back toSacramento."I blinked, not believing what I heard...."Tyler, you're making a big dealover nothing. First, nobody cares about you and Brooke. Give it acouple of days and nobody is going to even remember what happened.Besides. You're fourteen. How are you going to move back home?" People do care. I'm not like you, Alex. I WAS somebody. I was popular.Now it's all fucked up. I can't stay here." So. He matched then broke the rhythms of her lust, his tongue turning every hope of respite into a new wave of burning pleasure. Her legs unlocked, dangling by his side, her arms spread wide behind her in the cascade of her hair. He thought to have her trust, held up only by his hands and his tongue deep in her. He looked, hoping to find her a puppet of ecstasy. On her face, he found all of the pleasure he wished. And a gleam of malice he did not expect.She squared her heel on the back of the sofa. I , divorced those feelings from my own, personified my penis in such a way that I felt no guilt for the raging hardons my sister gave .Seema turned her head only briefly before lunging at the toilet again.I leaned over my precious Sister, wet towel in hand, and held her hair back off her neck. Soon, it was over and in my arms was just a sobbing mass of girl. I held her close, smoothing her hair and letting her cry into my shoulder. We sat like that, on the floor of her bathroom for a few. I can worry about the past, and the future, tomorrow. Now, there is only He and His whip. His fingers are gone and i feel the whip lick my ass again. The burning is such a wonderful feeling. This time, he forgoes stroking my ass with his fingers and the whip comes down again. i can feel my emotions well up in my chest and i fight back the tears. Are they tears of pain? Of joy? Or of just simply raw emotion? i don’t know and i don’t care. i only know i want more. The whip comes down again and i.