.. I need more Fonti." What does that mean?" she asked.I sighed. Jordan had broken the dam. Now I had to clean up by explaining all of the details. "F...nte is an Italian term that means fountain. In this case, it's the term used to describe a person I go to for sex. I need sex to feed my powers." So, I'm food?" she asked."No," I said instinctively and fervently. "You're more than that to me." I thought about that and realized it was true. Regardless of how quickly we had met and consummated, I. I pull the covers back over my head in an attempt to find shelter from the pain and responsibility outside my door. My foot will not even touch the cold wooden floor, for fear that the creaking of old wooden boards would be the apparition of you as you walked nakedly, on tip toes across my room. My mind is tortured by the thoughts I have. The things I would whisper into your ear in the choicest of moments. The look on your face as you let your body give way to the convulsing throes of climax.. I knew that she and the other young girls in the neighborhood were drawn to the artistic lifestyle at his home studio. What I didn’t know at that time was that my neighbor was a registered and convicted sex offender. He was also mildly schizophrenic. Because of his record, the police picked him up as one of their first suspects. I think they were pretty rough on him and he confessed almost immediately. The next day, at his arraignment, the public defender was successful in getting the. She said “relax, you will feel a lot better after I finish bathing you” and held my hand and went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and pulled me closer to her as I was out of the range of shower and whispered in my ear ” don’t be shy I am gonna take good care of you,” I just nodded.She started applying soap on my body gently, I literally had cum in my underwear. She slowly applied soap on my whole body and only the part covered by the underwear was left so without even asking she.