.part three wont be as long lol Okay here goes part two…..The rope feels rough against my skin as you slide it around my waist. I can hardly believe...this is happening. We have talked about it so often but I never thought you would carry it out. My heart hammers against my rib cage. Binding it around my wrists I feel a trickle of fear run down my spine. The instant that it is secure around the bed frame you pull it taut making my back arch and my tits protrude forward like two eager globes just. .IF ONLY the right opportunity presented itself. Although I have always had a great desire, I did not have the sheer guts, a workable plan or the ultimate level of unquestioned commitment to 'just do it'. It wasnt until I experienced first hand the powerful sexual effects and clarity of thought brought on by smoking crack that I (as I now believe I was destined too) discovered not only the probable truth about myself (my fated destiny, purpose in life if you will), but a real life oportunity to. She was puzzled."No. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All this time, when I'm talking to people,. He slides around so he is above and facing me. The expression on his face is beyond wonder. He looks at me with something resembling adoration and surrender and begins to move inside of me, slowly, slowly, so slowly. His eyes gaze into mine and his cock keeps stroking me in the most exquisite spots (or has all of my cunt become exquisite in this revelation?) My hands reach up caressing his dripping face, brow, lips and chin.I do not want to cum, I want to feel. I want to feel this loop of “us”.