Her face was even with my already moist pussy. “You are shaved,” she commented. “Very sexy,” she added.“I am glad you like it,” I answered... but felt silly saying it.She folded my pants neatly then grabbed my hand and led me to the massage table.“Please lie on the table,” she said as she motioned toward the table."Don't you want to know what I need to be done?" I asked.“I know what you need.” She smiled knowingly.I lay face down on the table. Even if I wasn’t going to have sex, this sexy. " The words came back to him easily now, rolling out of him by rote. Surely it wouldn't be all be this easy?In the darkness, a voice grunted satisfaction. "Now, this one. What is it?"\/He peered at the symbol, the first stirrings of doubt fluttering in his gut. It looked just like the blade, only with the point downwards. What could that signify? He saw himself trudging back out of the cave, a failure, coming back again and again always to be met with defeat...No. He took a deep breath, and. I'm not sure if it was him or her but I felt a large orgasm coming! They must have felt it too because she kept her turn longer and went deep and stayed there until I started coming and boy did I come! I was literally convulsing against the wall that separated us and almost passed out as I shot wad after wad into her throat! I could hear her gulping and gobbling and swallowing to keep up with the heavy flow of semen shooting into her lucious mouth! After I came she pulled off and I could tell. I started writing it the summer after I graduated high school. Ten and a half years. I wrote what I saw. It’s what I thought I needed to do at the time. Immersion begetting immersion. Know what you write and all that shit. Especially when its creating an immersed world, a world exclusive in itself. I thought I needed to know everything about that world to make it real, visceral to those who read it. Bringing them into that place I knew well. I kept that belief through my second novel before I.