The sex was awkward and unsatisfying.We laid in bed afterward, trying to get to sleep. However, the weather was loud and the temperature in the house ...as steadily increasing with no air conditioning.At some point, we returned to making out again. He became hard again, but he had another idea this time. “Ever play with candles?”I shook my head, no. I was curious about what he was thinking, but also a little nervous. I barely knew him and had no idea what he had in mind.A grin appeared on his. She caught him with his nose in the huge, stainless steel fridge, fixing a midnight snack. He was wearing pyjama bottoms in a hideous tartan pattern. Christmas present, she suspected.“Nice PJs. Did mummy buy them?” She teased, sauntering over to him. “I’m starving, and that sandwich looks fantastic. Mind if I have a nibble?”She steadied the sandwich and took a bite out of the opposite end. He watched her intently, slightly aghast for his sandwich, but curious about her intentions; she’d hardly. Woh mera lund chuse jaa rhi thi or mai uski chut chate jaa rha tha uski chut per halke halke baal thy lekin chut tite thi or mzedaar thi..Hum tezz tezz ek duje ko chuss rhe thy.Ummm ummm muhhh muhh…Bahut der tak ek duje ko chusa..Chats…25-30 minute chsne ke baad mera lund akad gya or uske muh mai jhad gya wo mers maal pura chaat gyi…Isi beech wo 3 baar jhadi bahut mza aaya uska paani peeke.Ab hum fir se ek duje ko chumne lge or fir kuch der baad wooh mera 8″3 size ka lund fir chusne lgi..Mera. Suffice to say, the passage of time went mostly unnoticed.Despite enjoying the physical aspect of sex, intellectually and emotionally, it leaves me wanting. Still, like a drug addict seeking the ultimate fix, I prostitute my body to acquaintances and strangers alike, hoping to satisfy the hunger that consumes me. Unfortunately, when the last cries of ecstasy fade into silence, I Iie there, the craving hunger within, undiminished, my willing flesh begging for more. Over the years, I've grown to.