And, he's our chief composer. I had always written songs, but knew that my lyrics were better than my music. When I met Greg, he started putting my wo...ds to his own music. It wasn't until then that my lyrics started to truly sing. He's one of the most staggeringly gifted composers you'll ever meet. I know my words are good--I know that a lot of people identify with and can relate to what I'm trying to say--but they wouldn't be half as good without his music. Plus, he's a terrific singer.We. And finally, the end of the rope isn’t hanging down for me to grab with my hands, tonight it’s tightly tied to the ceiling joist above me. This time, I’m going to hang for real.Standing on that stool, with the noose tight around my throat, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the same mirror that I’d watched my reflection in since my first autoerotic asphyxiation experience, as I finished that bottle of wine and contemplated my fate. Then, dropping the empty wine bottle to the floor, I. She grabbed onto my ass with one hand, and humped herself against my thigh. She squeezed my leg tightly between hers. The heat was astounding. My mouth ventured to her neck, that she stretched out and offered to me readily, and I bit at her there. Tiny nips not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her growl out several fucks…and grind harder against me. Her hand slid inside the back of my pants, and she raked her nails over my skin there. Right then, she decided to demonstrate her. As she got up to clean out her leaky asshole I pulled her back and started liking it clean again. Then I took the lube and poured it over her dick, looking up I said I’m ready.She took my hand and said if that’s what I wanted she would do it, I got on fours and told her that I was all hers. She asked if I wanted her to use a condom and I laughed and said, maybe next time. She lived her fingers and slowly started one finger at a time listening my virgin ass. I’d done slight play before, maybe a.