"Lie down my love," whispered Paula.I complied and Paula straddled me, took my hardness in her soft hand and guided me into her waiting pussy. "Oh, yo... naughty man, I could tell you've been wanting this all day," she gasped in pleasure as she slid down onto me."You know me so well," I replied, reaching up to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples softly, feeling them rise up in reaction. "Oh yes," she murmured as she raised herself up on my shaft only to glide down in a delicate corkscrew motion. A shattered remnant of a body. I know that if I could see my face I would be horrified at the sunken depth of my eye sockets, at the thinness of my hair and the skeleton-like qualities I have taken on so greedily to end the pain within my soul. I know I must choose. Power or continued pain. The feeling of the universal creation flowing through my body would be as sweet as any kiss, as intoxicating as any liquor, yet I fear it. I fear what temptations I would have, I could undo the separation.. Let me point out that nothinghad happened between me & this guy , but the situation had been made much worsebecause I then lied to my boyfriend about who the message was intended for .It was a feeble lie , & he soon found out the truth . He said it was over & Iwas devastated .Not wanting to be alone ,( my parents had just that day flown to Japan for a2 week holiday ), I decided to invite 4 of my best friends over for a bit of aparty . Four of them came , but after an hour 3 of them left unable. Emma smiled, it was that satisfied smile she often had after she masturbated in the bath, on those lonely nights. The Masters Experience I watched the clock tick forward past eleven o’clock and thought, fuck. I really meant to call it off, but now it was too late. I waited. I would have to wait until twelve o’clock. That was how long I had arranged with Andy that he could use Emma. I wished, hoped and prayed that twelve o’clock would come sooner than later, and Emma would be alright. At five to.