She did not want the roses; she wanted something more direct, more physical. She wanted the thorns.She stopped on a street corner illuminated by a dim...yellow streetlight that barely penetrated the humid air, leaving dark pools of shadow in the empty doorways and the rubbish in the street. Far away she could hear the hot whine of tires on asphalt, and somewhere far in the distance there was the sound of an ambulance or police car. A forlorn traffic light a block down changed from red to green,. It was uncomfortable. I again looked back at him and surprisingly he webbed his hand and went away. I tried to forget what happened and decided to buy sandwiches for dinner and go to the platform to wait for the train. I went to platform no. 14 and was trying to find a place to sit it was already 9 pm. It was quite warm. I could get a place to sit at end. The place was little lonely but cool and pleasant. There was a water point and washroom. I took some water and washed my face and came back. Instead I decided to have some company come over and enjoy myself. I guess he thought it would be more fun to cancel with his friends and show up unannounced here at my house to try and make up. The problem was that when he arrived, my friend Jud’s car was in the driveway, and consequently we were fucking hard and loud with the windows open. Just as Jude was cumming in me for the second time, he stated banging on the door. I didn’t know who it was at first so I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it. I felt something prodding at my anus; it was most definitely not Zeke's member. It was also cold and not nearly as pliable as flesh. It felt like metal. “Zeke, what are you- mmf!” He cut me off mid-sentence by suddenly thrusting the object into me without warning. Thankfully he had the sense to cover my mouth with his hand first or I likely would have screamed, although I did still end up biting his hand anyway. It wouldn't have been from pain mind you, I was no stranger to anal sex, but the.