Three invited black lads were in my room, helping themselves to my mini-bar and tuning ‘pay per view’ porn on the TV. Gary had been first to addre...s me, grabbing my bum, asking if I was ‘up for it’ calling me a bitch and, as my face came close his and I thought I’d at least get a kiss, he pushed me down onto my knees, so I was looking directly at his groin. Clearly there was no chance of the same strip show I’d been treated to the night before, he turned to the others and claimed a drink whilst. I hope you all have been good and healthy.It’s a lockdown in Maharashtra (at least when I’m writing this) again. That has given me some time to write the next installment of my sexual journey.It was September of 2019. I was working in Chennai, my work there had almost wrapped, and I had to leave for Hyderabad for my next project. I got the address of my new workplace. I remembered that my good friend and old classmate Kriti stayed in that area. I visited her place when we were in school and. Probably their favorite past-time. They'd flop on the couch, flip on a favorite show of theirs and just enjoy the silence and bond they felt with each other. Derrick could sometimes see, out of the corner of his eye, his dad slowly start to fall asleep. His chest would gradually fall up and down to the rhythm of every long, deep breath. He was a beautiful man, with strong arms that sometimes Derrick wished he could just fall asleep wrapped up tight between them. Derrick was almost 16, and had. Her weapon had cauterized my wound. I rolled onto my back, staring up at the fleeing guests of the Doge. My vision fuzzed.“Las's poxed cock,” I groaned, rubbing at my seared wound.My mind fuzzed. I shook it. No. No. I couldn't let unconsciousness take me. I couldn't die. So I sang. Not to those around me, but to myself. A song of encouragement and stamina. I dulled away the pain, I kept back the agony as the wordless notes flowed from my voice.I was a graduate of the Bardic College. Magic dwelt.