If you happen to find out the dates through legal research or the like, I won’t be offended.“But yes. Other than some roleplaying once in a while,...the power exchanges of BDSM don’t really interest me. That isn’t to say that I don’t like being a powerful person, or, if I feel safe in doing so, letting a powerful person to do things to me. There have been times when I’ve been seriously sick or injured, and it was a challenge to let go and accept someone would take care of me and I could release. A pleasure too sharp, too hard, and too searingly profound for mortals to comprehend. Pleasure beyond the limits of endurance.Pleasure begets pleasure. Fiona’s teeth, at least I think it is still Fiona, sink into my neck, her fingernails rake my back, and her womb clamps around my cock like an iron fist. Her cry fills my ears, drowning out all the other rising shrieks and wails around us.God knows how long this goes on. A minute? An hour? A month? But as soon as the cries of passion subside to. "Listen, Twit," Adam said, "first off, there is no union for this business. If there is no union, you can't strike. If you can't strike, I can't be a scab. Stop polishing your cock and read a damned book once in a while. All you morons are doing is killing your own careers. You think you're making a statement and I guess you are. That statement is: The men in this business are too fucking stupid to get out of their own way. Keep tripping on your egos, boys, because the ones of us willing to. Tom had to wonder if that was why he was so dead set against his son? All the horror he'd seen from the abuse of power was that why he was so afraid?Locking up, Tom was heading back towards the keep when he felt a familiar feeling one he'd missed in the last few hundred years. "Hello Vidon, what brings you out tonight?" Tom said to the darkness."Damn it Tom, you could give a vampire a complex if it were possible, I take it you felt Vishnew at your keep?" Lord Vidon replied."Yes," Tom sighed, "I.