He showed anger when I told him some things, compassion and protection about others. He made sense. He brought in sense. He told me early on he was a...dom. I found that intriguing. He made talking about it easy. He told me his ideas and fantasies; I started telling him about mine. He suggested the contract. I ended up saying yes. If I hadn’t, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life. He made me show myself to him. My overweight, mistreated body I had stopped taking care of after some. And I have to agree with people when they say that my lips look delicious. Cant really explain it better than I have those lips and complimenting smile that just make you wanna kiss them. Just that erge to kiss as soon as you see them. Ive actually kissed most people I know. Guys and girls. My body is nice. Not like the models in magazines, but my boobs Bs, my Ass a good size to fit with my slight curved sides. My skin, smooth and soft as velvet. So on to the story. I was just sitting in my. I was miles from my pickup, on the streets outside the Denver City Jail and no way, except walking, to get anywhere. When they gave me back the contents of my pockets at the time of arrest, I had my billfold with six hundred thirty four dollars, credit cards and ID, my keys, a pocket knife and part of a roll of LifeSavers. I put the LifeSaver’s into my mouth all at once and started the mushy walk down the street toward Coors Field. I walked into a 7-11 along the way to buy a bottle of juice and. We had been on a speed march; 10 miles wearing steel helmets and full battle kit, in fact the Full Monty ( everything) and it was a roasting hot summer day (yes we do get those days occasionally in England) The end of the march finished upon a headland overlooking the sea and the Weald of Kent. We had collapsed like corpses at the end of the march but being young lads we soon recovered and sat up and lit cigarettes. The sergeant in charge of us, who was known as Wolfie, said."Just look at that.