But, by branching out into another far more lucrative profession, there was a way of putting her artistic services to good use, by using her the way s...e sure seemed to like being used; as a whore. And, if the way Alice's mouth was presently trying to devour his—her wet mouth sliding all over his, chewing and sucking his bottom lip, wiggling her tongue in his mouth to coax his back into her mouth—then he should have her just about where he wanted her.Now was as a good time as any to find just. One nightmare he had was that he was running past an empty street full of graveyards and that there was some kind haunting sound all around him, like a kid's lullaby. It really freaked him out because it was night time and he was all alone. He kept on running until he saw Ivy standing in front of him."What's the matter Charles. You look so scared," Ivy talked to him in a haunting monotone.The way she talked to him really gave him the goose bumps. She then raised a knife in front of him."I am. From the slouching way he walked, the hunched shouldersand the once immaculate hair replaced by an unruly unwashed mop, to theway her held himself, fully back into angst driven adolescent male. Teaor coffee? Tricia asked to get him to engage with her. Once poured, shekept well away from him which was quite difficult in the size of thekitchen they were in but she didnt want to pressure him in any way. He wasthe one who finally said, We can talk but I can't see it doing any good. Iwill get my. I frequently fantasize that we are invited to spend the night in the guest bedroom of a friend where we end up keeping the tenants of the house awake all night with the sounds of our passion. I desperately anticipate the pleasure of straddling him yab yum style, my body weight helping to force his extraordinary length and girth deep inside me until my bottom rests on his pubis. I imagine sitting like this for hours, holding each other and kissing. I have written erotic stories in which I.