I m not a hunk, just below average height fair complexion bit chubby not usually the girls type. Porn was like food to me, I was addicted to porn sinc... I was 14. Being born in an upper middle class with educated parents, I had the luxury of using computer and internet since then. I was studying in an all boys schools so I never had the opportunity of being with girls; fate deprived me even during my college days as I was in automobiles n NO GIRLZZZZZ….Having had a history of heavy drought I. I’ve seen her birthmarks. I’m obsessed with the vividly colored tattoos peeking out beneath her clothes, different every time I see her and in different places, as if they were alive: a dragon, a dove, fire, water, lightning. Most of her flesh I’ve caressed only through her clothes, and hurriedly, because when we fuck it’s always fast, and always public. Yet I know what she feels like naked, her heavy breasts, her slender waist and her tight ass, cupped in my grasping hands. She whispers. She called me out on it and had me come over after my shift. I powerslid into my spot in her apartment complex, I ascended the stair well and stopped at her door. I was in my best black button up, I rolled the cuffs twice, had a black shirt underneath on and my lucky jeans, custom faded from years of wear. I was looking as good as I could. I rang her door bell. I heard the unlocking of her door and there she stood. Just like in her picture, her eyes shimmered with some glitter around them. Her. ”The question ‘How the hell do you know all this?’ leapt into my mouth, but I swallowed it. Questioning my interrogators would have been a bad move. In any case, thanks to Ms Kurtag’s kick I couldn’t speak in more than a whisper. Laura had been working as an escort, I told them, so I’d spent two years living with a whore without knowing she was a whore. Of course I’d been enraged. But although what I did was punitive, it wasn’t rape. I’d warned Laura when we started to live together that if she.