Amateur-written stories of varying quality, most of them too long. I was impatient, I needed release quickly. Local want ads for casual encounters, mo...tly pathetic but usually a handful make for stimulating reading. I found a few juicy ones but it wasn't enough. I moved on to phone sex ads. Girls that will narrate any kink no matter how taboo, and they write up samples to entice guys to call in. Usually I can find something that stirs my imagination sufficiently to make myself cum, but no luck. I pulled out slowly and it was if she didn’t want to let go, “That was so good daddy” she said softly as I looked down at her licking her lips, she didn’t spill a drop.“How do you feel?” I asked as I climbed off her and looked down at her semi naked body, she smiled looking at my soft cock hanging, “I think I feel better daddy, the pain is dull now” she said with a half-smile, I was pleased that I was able to help.“Do you think I need another dose daddy?” she asked and I suggested that we maybe. It is the pain one experiences when one's human warmth fails to melt the cold implacability of the cosmos, as personified by an inhuman god.--or a Master who cares and empathizes not at all when you suffer. All the better if he shows no emotion whatsoever. The perfect Master is enigmatic, like death, like eternity. The clear distinction between mental and physical masochism is perhaps laid out side-by-side nowhere more clearly in a text than in Sacher-Masoch’s classic Venus in Furs. It wasn’t,. At first, he couldn't enter, then Pisces relaxed and his shaft’s head entered her.“OOoo, Arghh, you are so big Tom, slowly.”Tom felt how tight she was around him and didn’t push too hard, initially just probing, gradually increasing his depth into her in slow rhythmic movements.“Mmm, mmm, ooh, that is nicer now...MMm, oooo.”He was still only about halfway in, but it was incredible for Tom, she was so tight. Judging from her moans and grinding hips, she was enjoying it as well. Tom's foreskin.