Is there something wrong?" I was thinking some physical ailment or injury that might need tending to."Yes, sort of. My ex brought home a vibrator, one...of those long silver tubes, she was using it on me, you know on my clit, and then she pushed it inside me, hard. I was a virgin and it hurt, it really hurt. I screamed and yelled for her to pull it out but she laughed. I was hurting and bleeding and I wanted her off me and that thing out of me. That's the day I told her to get out and I haven't. She had patience and she wasresourceful. She had to be, leaving home at nineteen, putting herselfthough college without her mothers help. She seemed to be happy when shetold her mother she wanted to get a degree in cosmology. Her mother saidthat was wonderful and as she made her career, she got ever more popularas a makeup artist. Eventually she became a adviser to large companieslike Revlon and Cover Girl. She appeared on big magazines likeCosmopolitan and Seventeen. She made millions and it. ..My flesh is entwining you, encircling you, squeezing you and setting you free, my vagina is drinking you...I am totally losing control i love doggy style and yours is an indecency of pleasures...I can feel the cold lubricant slowly running down from my scar to my arse-crack then over my little hole before landing down on your cock busy bustling in & out of my cunt...With your thumb you gently push the lube inside of me...You keep your finger in and you turn it around...Then you take it. You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant.