The only noises you can hear is the rain hitting the ground, mingled in with my heaving breathing and the sound of you lapping up my juices. “I’m...coming, stop, I’m coming” I say but you ignore me to continue, you can leave me twitching and increase the tempo "Fuck Chris" I shout as I lean forward to fist your hair, keeping you right there and then it hits and you greedily lap me up. I’m still coming down from my high, while you lean up and kiss me, making me taste myself. Leaving me for a. These are the things that I think about in the morning when I wake up, and you are not here. Or when they haven't yet given me my medication and my mind is alert and on fire, before they extinguish it with their dumbing down pills – raping me of the libido that used to be so much a part of me. Very much a part of you and I, John.I miss the taste of your kiss, your saliva as fizzy as lemonade upon my tongue.Your cock reminds me of bubble-gum,Hard when it first enters my mouth, butThe heat of my. It ran from just above her ankle all the way up her leg, the top part on her thigh hidden under her towel. It reminded him slightly of a rope, but otherwise it just looked like a thick line. It had faded some, he figured, because it was almost a shiny pink as opposed to a red or dark pink. He remembered getting his appendix out and the way the scar had first looked. Years later, it was smaller and had turned to the same light shade as hers. Connie made a strangled sound in her throat and Simon. He guided her to sit before it and sherubbed her hands to warm them, letting the old man slip the statuetteshe'd been clutching from her fingers and put it somewhere out of sight.But she was confused again, trying to get her thoughts straight."Something he told me..." she said, peering into the flames inconsternation. "About you. About... others. They did something...Something terrible." Hush now Anca darling," said the old man. "You don't need to worryabout that now. Put it out of your mind.