*** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&...ellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, It was a cool March night. There was still snow on the ground, but the weather was barely below freezing. I wore only a thin jacket to protect me from the cold as I headed home after an evening. She let out a keening whine, her voice thick from crying as she tried to pull away from me.My hands tightened on her. I wanted to shake the Las-damned answer from her. She knew something and wasn’t telling me. My balls throbbed in pain, feeding the rage surging through me. It demanded I force the answers out of her.But that wouldn’t help. She was shaken. I knew women. I understood them. Shouting at her, raging at her, wouldn’t get answers. It would only drive her into more sobs. I beat down. Why should she care?“I trust that none of you desires to have anything further to do with me, but if for some strange reason you do, please spare me, do not ever try to contact me by any means, I will not be receptive, so let’s just call any relationship we had, finished.”He pulled one last article from the bag – a very faded khaki jacket - and as he slipped it on, his father said without looking at him, “Good riddance. Don’t even think of coming back.” The menace in his voice had returned. He. Aur uski gand kay sorakh par thook daldia aur apnay lund ko jokay uskay thook aur mairay mall say bhara hoa tha ahista say uskay sorakh ko chora karkay usmain dalna suro kia uski gand ka surakh bohat hi chotta tha isliyay maira lund andar nahi jaraha tha mainay uska surakh aur chora karkay thora zoor say apnay lund ko undar dhaka dia to mairay lund ka topa uski gand main chala gaya usay bohat dard honay laga main thori dair aisay hi ruka raha aur phir jab uska dard kam hoa to ahista ahista apna.