I myself, who love breasts best(after feminine buttocks),Have had to impose limits,SeekingOnly breasts that hang and float--At least for today.Tomorro... I may hunt for breastsWhich are shown only from the side,In profile looking like ski slopesWith rounded undersidesOr for breasts no bigger than a bee stingSwollen with insistent pain.I know only that, whether today or another time,To look at breasts,I will be back again.THE SECRET OF SUCCESSWhen critics piss and moan,I look upon your breastsAnd. "I wish there was some good fucking food in this fridge." She muttered to herself, one of the jewels of the gem began to glow and shattered with Naomi watching with confusion and horror. She brought the ring up close to see it cracked and dull, no longer glowing like before."Damn it! Just great!" She shouted, kicking the fridge door with a cacophony of plates and jars plinking off each other. Naomi paused and slowly opened the fridge door once again to find a slew of food that Naomi loves. A. The light came on. How long had it been? He couldn’t see anything. It was just light. He heard muffled noises as if he had cotton stuffed in his ears. The noises—voices, he thought—were too remote to understand. He wondered briefly if he had been abducted by aliens. That is what people said. You wake up but can’t move or see or hear. It would make a great story if he had been abducted. He would tell Maddie. A prickling sensation all over his body, like he was being stuck by pins, became more. His breathing became heavier, as he seemingly continued considering the options and consequences.I looked into his eyes with a pleading; I shook my head, and begged a muffled:“Please don’t”Trying to sway his decision, trying to influence any feelings of decency or sympathy.It was to late.He moved to sit beside me on the bed, and began toying his middle finger up and down the length of my, still wet, slit.I renewed my efforts to break the bonds, as his finger slid inside me and curled firmly.