I felt the cold bars against my body, his warm body on the other side. It was oddly comforting and I snuggled against him, continued to run my fingers...through his fur.Before I knew it I started to talk. I told the dogs about my life, my parents and my little brother, the time I had lived on the streets. I opened up about feeling lonely, even being scared sometimes. It felt good. The warm body next to me, talking to a living being about everything. Even if it was a dog.I awoke with a start. My. It should be a crime,” I said. “You really are sweet. Would you like to come with me?” she asked. “I would go anywhere with you. Yes, of course.” I quickly answered. “Come with me then,” she whispered in my ear. She grabbed my hand and led me around to the front entrance of the hotel. This time the security guard that threw me out earlier saw me. “Hey asshole! I thought I told you to never come back here!” the security guard belted at me. The security guard sprung at me, but was halted by. "The screen five theatre I entered had an interracial picture going on of NFL type Blacks working over college girls. I have to admit it was hot. There were no theatre seats there, but instead there were couches and comfortable chairs in the main area and there were individual private booths in the back that had an entrance from an outside hallway. Once inside the booth you could watch the movies through a window. There was also seating in those little booths consisting of a bench that was a. As we give ourselves to him, I quietly yearn for time with her in the amethyst tub.Licking her swollen flower, relieving her soreness, I taste him inside. I clean him from her, taking in his familiar seed, her intoxicating essence. Her breasts are full, her dew is sweet. She is fed the finest yeilds from trellised gardens. Her growing fruit nourished by lapis-lined channels from sacred springs. Her nectar, better than the sun-fattened figs, only comparing to her breastmilk. No one is as fond of.