His eyes lit up, he started to cry. I brushed the tears away, and calmed him. “Did you really mean it?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, “I mean it,...from now on we are a couple, and you are my very beautiful and sexy girlfriend.” His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. He kissed me again, and then slid down my body until his mouth was perched against my cock. He opened his mouth wide, smiled at me and began to slide my cock deep into his mouth. His tongue and lips felt like heaven, I was so terribly. This is life how I saw it. It is gritty and raw, and if you are offended my strong language, drug use, sex, or criminality, just stop reading now. I’ve never actually read a non-erotic story on this site, and I figure that few of you people will read this, either. I plan this to be a full-length book in the near future, and I’m just flexing my writing muscles, and trying to take my mind back over 20 years, and to briefly recapture my mind state. It is still in a rough draft, please excuse any. It’s so tight.”“Yeah,” groaned Sven. I felt my Master’s eyes on me, watching me fuck his betrothed. “Fuck her hard, slave. Make her cum for being such a naughty slut.”My purr rumbled so loud. “I will, Master! I’ll make her howl.”“And this will help,” groaned Ava.My stone-cock hummed to life. I gasped, feeling it buzz and quiver. That was different. I pumped easier in and out of her bowels, slamming into her as she let out such a throaty groan of pure bliss. My tail slashed to and fro behind me,. It involved three people looking for an ancient treasure that was reputed to be hidden somewhere in the city. I had developed characters based on Juliette and Madeline, suitably disguised of course! In the back of my mind I knew that I would have to return to Paris to do some more research for the story. I wondered if it would be possible to arrange another liaison with Juliette when I did this. About three weeks after returning to London I received a letter from Madeline. Actually, it was a.