I gently set you back down; one hand lingers on your chest. My eyes taking in all of you as my heart beats so hard my chest might explode. I feel your...heart beating under my hand. You are so close, my body aches, for your touch. Your scent intoxicates me, fills my lungs and my body yearns for you. It has been years and I have tried to keep my distance and do what is right. But you are in my arms and so close now. I kiss your neck and you moan. You taste so good. I cannot stop and have gone too. She looked me over for a second or so, nodded, and continued, “Is everything OK with Stephanie now?”“Yes, though she made the point that I shouldn’t do anything dumb today right before I left.”“She’s right, you know? You have a nasty habit of doing dumb things. You get these notions in your head and you’re like a dog with a bone. You need to quit obsessing over stuff.”“I know,” I sighed. “Stephanie and I had a good talk, and I got just a hint of what things with her will be like. She kissed me. I was in a backbend on the lower mattress, barely touching the pad with the crown of my head and my toes.“I think that’ll do it.” I grunted, fighting to keep my weight from coming to bear on my balls. I could see how this would excite a person: the pressure being exerted on my body and the uncertainty involved in the precariousness of my position was strong enough without the added taunt of oral teasing. I was as hard as a rock.“Just one more thing then.” Tonya said, taking my metal handcuffs I. I love the signs all over the place and especially the "Is it perfect" signs over the doors. This is a better story than some idiots trying to steal each other's money and dope."He walked over to me and said in a low voice, "I turned in the other story already and did not use any local names. I used Martin as a witness but didn't use his name either, just that he was a neighbor that had watched what had happened."The photographer had been taking my picture continuously since I walked out of the.