A few minutes later she returned in a pair of jeans and a white polo. She looked at me through slightly bloodshot eyes and gave me a weary smile. ”W... can get a coffee on the way,” I suggested.With that, we headed out the door and to my truck. It was a short drive to the police department so we had time to stop by the coffee house drive-through. I'm a breakfast person so I ordered a couple of croissants, which she refused. We arrived at the station and finished our coffee in the truck. ”Are you. .. this is so amazing!” She hugged the muscular brass body as she increased the pace of her humping. It was hurting a bit, but it was worth it. Soon she was furiously hopping up and down on the metal erection, and shouting swears as she did so. Accidentally, she loses balance as she falls down on the floor. But she doesn’t care; she continues to frig herself on the floor, until her hips start bucking again. She pushes her hips up in the air as she comes for the second time – spewing a fountain. The rhythms are all instinct here, your breath serving as the metronome that determines how fast and hard to go, when to ease back, when to catch you off guard with speed. The tempo rises, not quite a crescendo yet, but signalling that the only possible things to come are either escalation or a full stop. They say it's the hidden ones, the notes that you never hear, that matter the most. It's the motions, the way we sway, the way we respond to absence.And I know this is true when I withdraw.. Obsessively mind control hot. And... believe it or not, that intensity translated equally well to sex with my husband. Yes it was dangerous but dangerous can be so damn hot. I'm not sure, but I bet we did snow balling a hundred times. Maybe several hundred. I'm surprised to this day that I didn't get pregnant. I wasn't afraid to. I love babies and have always wanted more. (We've got another storyline about that in Swapping Fathers.) I fantasized about having his a lot. In fact, it was the.