King Sinthar was an un-imposing man, two inches shy of six feet tall, with a medium build, shoulder-length fine white hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. ...is most imposing feature was the bastard sword belted to his hip, and even that was singularly plain and unadorned. However, power and energy fairly pulsed from the sword, and when drawn the sword's howl could freeze the blood pumping through your veins. For it was no mere sword, no, it was named and sentient. It was a Runesword and its name was. I felt her neck and found her pulse racing.She began to hyperventilate. I took off the gag and found the top of the zipper for her suit. I pulled it down halfway since it was in the front. Still she couldn't seem to get enough air. I gripped her head, allowing my hands to come into full contact with her skin. Immediately I got the sensation that the air was leaving the room.I let go of the woman instinctively, caught my breath and then grabbed her again, holding my breath as if diving under. There is nothing - absolutely nothing - to compare with the sensations of fucking a woman's pussy. Before you even start there's the anticipation. Maybe a shower where you're washing your body, massaging your nuts and pole with hot soapy water, knowing that in a very short time you'll be fucking your woman, humping her for all she's worth. The anticipation is almost as good as the sex... though not quite. Then there's the feeling that you get as you climb on to the bed, naked, the feeling of. ’ ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ He sighed. ‘I believe, at that point, you weren’t listening to a thing I had to say. Not that I hired her to placate you, mind you. In my mind, she was hired the day we drove home. It was just a matter of a vacancy opening up here.’ ‘You know, you really are a good guy.’ ‘Ah, don’t forget to add, ‘Despite the fact that you fucked up our marriage’ to that sentence,’ he replied dejectedly. ‘You know what, Paul?’ In that moment, Keely had an epiphany: she wasn’t bitter.