In a single moment, all my senses return to normal. The transition stuns me, and I take a moment to collect my bearings. Looking around, I find myself...in a grey void, filled with grey smoke. There is a comforting silence, and as I reach out and touch the smoke, a pleasant tingle races through my hand. "I'd be careful if I were you. That smoke has a nasty habit of wiping souls clean."I find myself facing the speaker instantly. One moment, I was facing away from him. The next, I find myself. ......oh fuck I'm cumming.............................................................................Oh fuck, I can take any common place scene and fantasize it into an all-out orgy fuckfest! Even at the library. I love the library. The musky smell of old leather, of dirty old manuscripts, the secretive words of masters of literature, written one way but with secretive meanings entirely different to its content....I love to sit at a library table and stretch my legs out while reading and. “I’m afraid he hasn’t left any instructions to let you up to his office.” He explained. “But I need my purse! It has all my money in it, and I can’t pay for a cab back to my place, I live on the West End! That’s a fifty-dollar cab fare.” She pouted. “Oh… well, I have some money I can loan you, I’m sure that Mr. Neilson would want me to.” He exclaimed, happy to be of service to a beautiful woman in distress. “Oh, no, I couldn’t.” He handed her a fifty-dollar bill that he had pulled out of a. She stretched. The blanket fell from her. He gasped at her perfect beauty; rippling muscles; taut abdomen. With her eyes, she invited him to devour her with his. She flicked his leg playfully with one curled foot. Some scars remained visible, but Melissia had somehow appropriated them to enhance her beauty. The traces of torture only underscored her strength; the lines decorating and not vandalizing her unique architecture. She continued:"I am perfectly healthy now, protected from their.