I stopped posting the same crap about Jesus and started being real. My writing changed some would argue a darker tone others like me would say I have ...ecome more blunt and honest in my writings. Perspective matters. The fact is I'm not the same person that I once was. High school Nyx is gone. College and older Nyx is here. Wiser Nyx is here.Let me rewind the clock. I used to struggle a lot with sadness. But recently I haven't been super sad like I used to be back in 2014. But if you're going. Please, Baby. That’s what I want.” And now your ass was flying into me. You wanted me to cum hard and soon and there was no doubt in my mind that both would happen. “I’m cuming, baby,” I said in a not too soft whisper as I slammed into you over and over. I made one final thrust deep into you and then emptied myself, shooting hot jets of cum into you over and over again. While I felt drained I simply could not bring myself to pull out. I didn’t want to lay my heavy body on yours, but I didn’t. I got inside her and went slow. She was frustrated by this. “Play with your clit, slag, and I’ll go faster.” She hates this but grudgingly complied. I loved the grudging element. She was like a moody teenager. I was going deep and speeding up. “Did those nasty men spunk on you?” I said in leering tones. “Did they use your nasty pussy?” Lisa hated this kind of talk. She couldn’t hide from it. “Fuck off.” She said. I was speeding up more now and getting a little frenzied. She knew me and could. .. She introduced me to my first MaryAnn. Allison said I needed to talk privately with some of my students. I mean, as a psychologist, not a teacher. Remember, ‘psychiatrist’ do drugs, ‘psychologist’ do talk. She discovered that many of my students had issues, daddy, boyfriend, addictions, suicide. Just talk to them. Help them. I don’t think she meant fuck them, but that’s next up. See, I had reached that 40-year-old mid-life crisis. Yeah, it’s real. Plus or minus a decade. Personally, I think.