All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter… the sexual inn...endo… the subtle erotica. Heh… her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act of writing. The writing is our safe little. La montagne est magnifique en cette fin de printemps, pourtant peu de personnes en profitent pour l’explorer, si ce n’est quelques marcheurs en quête de solitude et de paix. Tu es seul mais l’idée d’y venir avec quelqu’un d’autre ne te déplairait pas. La nature est si calme, si abandonnée que tu calcules tes chances de rencontrer une autre personne sur ce sentier… elles sont très minimes, encore plus de tomber sur une créature féminine.C’est une pensée qui te suit depuis des mois : une. Mixed in with the cum from either my first flask or this second, I knew I'd be drinking another woman's pussy juice for the first time as I raised another almost full flask to shotgun it. Slamming the empty flask onto the table,I grabbed the money and held it over my head in victory as I tasted a not very pleasant, cum flavored burp. I was given time to run into the house to put the money in my purse and, leafing through it quickly, I counted over three thousand dollars! Along with the money I. "God. Fuck. God. Fuck. God. Fuck."Although I had been standing on my tiptoes, every time Caleb had pounded me, my feet came off the floor. The tops of my thighs were being bruised against the edge of the countertop. Oh fuck, this had been intense. Even though I was no longer in control, I liked it.Pound. Pound. Pound"God. Fuck. God. Fuck. God. Fuck."Slap. Slap. Slap."God. Fuck. God. Fuck. God. Fuck."Then the shitshow had started. Oh, you thought it had already started. .