“Col, I don’t know that I can promise that.”“You have to. You have to.” His face screwed up in fear. “I don’t want to lose you but I can...��t do...” He looked at the knife and then me. “ ... this again. You must promise me.”I swallowed, tears starting in my eyes. I knew I had contemplated this in the future and on occasion gone beyond contemplation to preparation. Yet, somehow, I had survived.“What if I promise to talk to you ... if I ever feel like this again?”Col walked his eyes across my face.. I kiss you, my hands wandering over your body, down across your crotch, getting turned on as you kiss over my neck and down across my tits. I grab your cock through your trousers and lead you to your bedroom, where i lay down on the bed and pull you on top of me, kissing you some more, my hand wanders down your boxers and starts to caress your hard cock. I feel your hand slide into my thong, brush lightly over my clit, then down and circles round my wet hole, you slide two fingers in and start. I can feel the blood pumping through my body causing almost a pain as it forces my awareness to the ache in me, the need to feel even closer to you. I think you sense my intensity, for slowly your eyes open, quickly becoming re accustomed with your surroundings. I see the look in your eyes change as the memories come flooding back, we look deeply into each other and you smile, I see all that you feel there in the depths of your eyes, some confusion, some fear and something more. I feel your. "She obediently stood in front of the mirror, looking at her voluptuous body, her nipples pressing through the flimsy material, seeing the soft triangle of pubic hair showing. She wasn't drugged and hadn't anything to drink now. She was cold sober, rational, and yet, she still felt her vaginal lips swelling and the walls of her cunt pulsating with a wild wetness. His hard strong hands were on her shoulders and he was forcing her down, down on her knees and she kneeled in front of him, looking.