But I’m not really religious.’ ‘It’s different back home,’ commented Sharon. ‘Really? What’s it like?’ ‘Well, different. There are c...urches and vicars and crosses and things. I don’t know much about it all, but it’s not like the weird shit you’ve got here.’ ‘I suppose so. It all seems normal to me, but then you’re a foreigner. I’ve heard bits about your country. It sounds quite horrible. And very cold and wet. I don’t know much about foreign religions much. I listened to the radio once about. He set his beer down on the table in front of him. Dark rings littered the table from years of coffee mugs being set and bumped. He leaned back and look around, in front of where he was sitting was the stage, on one side was the window that over looked the area he was at moments ago. Old and broken guitars hung from hooks by the window, the other side of the stage were book cases fill from stop to bottom with books and old unopened beer cans. To the right of the stage were the tables, benches. Eventually my muscles relaxed and accepted more and more. i pressed deeper each time until the length was in as deep as i could take, barely an inch seemed to be left outside Master. By now my cheeks were flushed, my face buried into the bed covers, a fine film of sweat gathering on my breasts and forehead. i thought of the view You would have of Your slaves upturned buttocks Master, spread and separated by the deeply inserted dildo. i could hear Your voice, warning me to take it as deep as i. I went to the lectern, nodded to the audience as they applauded, glanced over at Hannah, our eyes meeting, a slight smile on her lips and then began the reading.I mentioned some things about the poems then started reading, stopping to tell the story of how I wrote a particular poem, read a few more, said a few more things that brought laughter. I looked at a few people as I read, trying to make eye contact. People were attentive, responsive and I noticed one woman jotting down some lines in a.