I drove over and never hesitated when I reached his door. I began hammering on it.A cute little woman came to the door and looked around the safety ch...in. "Is John here?" Yes of course, but he is sleeping. What do you want with him at this time of night?" How long has he been home?" About three-quarters of an hour. Why?" One more question. What time did he pick up his daughter?" He didn't. He called about six-thirty and I picked her up. What's this all about?" I'm Zeke Collins. John and my wife. When I left her I wanted to believe that she was just a bitch and that I just couldn’t stand her anymore, but that wasn’t the case. The truth was my sexuality wasn’t as simple as I wanted to believe it was. The stories I had written were a testament to my issues. A part of me wanted to be a regular guy. I wanted to be like my father who I imagined kept himself in the missionary position when I heard him ramming my mother upstairs in their bed at night. But I couldn’t keep my imagination in line. Where was he? Hewas standing up, in what seemed to be a bedroom or dorm. It was huge.Somehow it reminded him of somewhere he had been before. He lookedaround. He was.... it was very strange. He felt the sensation of beingan sea. A low 'thrum'. But there was not the rolling motion, more avibrating in the air. It couldn't be. Was he in space? And he wasn'talone. Coral was there. Standing naked and glorious. She beckoned tohim from the corner of the sterile, metallic room. The floor. He kept on the steady slow and deep rhythm till I found myself moaning shamelessly in another session of mindless pleasure that had started building up in the base of my stomach.“Oh Ankit, you are doing good don’t stop just keep on pumping sweetheart.” I goaded him.“Oh Debolina, “he gasped, “Your cunt does feel like heaven and kept thrusting in and out.The frequency of his strokes kept increasing with every passing second and within a minute he was groaning in intense pleasure. I felt his hard.