There were dark circles under her bloodshot eyes, her hair was a mess and she felt terrible. She knew Dahlgrin was right on at least one count. She ha... become addicted to the pleasures of the flesh he afforded her. She had ached all night to be held, to be entered, to climax, and all had been denied her. She recognized that what lay in the mirror was evil and what Dahlgrin was asking was unthinkable, yet how could she live another night without the men and women who visited her bed whenever she. This time though, I felt like I went down a bit easier compared tot he last 3 guys. I still had to wait for the burning sensation to pass, but I quickly recovered and started going down the whole length of his cock. I have to say that this was the most gentle fuck Id received thus far. And God was it fantastic! He gently and tenderly drove into me from the start, letting my ass get used to the sensation of his huge cock. I slowly bounced up and down, letting him penetrate deeper and deeper. They shouldn't have been going into my mind but I couldn't stop."Mike?" my name tumbled out of her mouth. God, that voice. One other thing I also loved about her. So calming and just...her voice.I finally focused my full attention on her. Though her eyes were just a normal dark brown, I can easily see the passion and confusion in them. What could I do?Why couldn't I have met her sooner, why did everything I want have to be claimed?She raised herself slightly, no longer crosslegged but sitting. He was also very attractive and a very successful business type. He was not, in short, what I thought your typical writer of lustful stories would be like. He was the guy next door type. What drove him to be such a prolific sex writer, I will probably never know or understand. Now, I wanted him. I was curious to meet the man on a more personal level, especially since our work paths rarely, if ever, crossed. I didn’t want him to know I knew his deep dark secret, but figured I’d tell him I knew.