My teeth stay smashed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothin... in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can't I be myself around you? Why do I feel so imperfect? My body lays motionless, so as not to wake you. My body pressed to yours, slow shivers course. But there is only one marble road. A perfect thing; a leftover from the time Gods had walked among men. Or even so, before men alltogether.What reason was there behind it? Why does it lead into the Widelands? What is it made of? Who build it? With what tools? They was the proper word because this must surely have been the work of thousands. No single man could have ever hoped to accomplish such a work in his lifetime. Perhaps most rightly so, the road was the work of the Gods. To try and. No, she would wait for something better.And then, she saw him. A slim, attractive man walked down the alley, his footing sure and lacking the erratic pattern of someone who had overindulged at the bar. His gaze was sharp, and he carried himself in a way that suggested thoughtfulness and even a hint of kindness. He probably wasn't from the city, Calyndi mused – his spirit was far too lively; far too lacking in the deep weariness that was so common in this urban hive of humanity. This man was. ..stand me up.Instead he scared an shocked me by texting, "I'm on my way!" Within minutes he was parked n the last floor. Though San Diego is "re-opening" now, my garage was still very empty and private. Especially on the last floor up. As soon as he parked, I quickly jumped into his car, into the passenger seat. His dick and balls were already out of his pants and very big and hard. I undid my pants and took out my cock. It was tiny and flaccid, and I was embarrassed, especially as it compared.