You said it because it meant that you had power over others, that you had freedom. You hurt others because it means it is something you have control o...er. However, when I offered to serve as your punching bag, there was nothing for you to get out of it. There was nothing for you to take, nothing to seize, nothing for you claim as an expression of control. In truth, you hated punching me, because you finally felt the guilt of inflicting harm on another person. There was no reward for you, only a. Our spasms fed on one another, a circular feedback loop until my testicles were completely drained and I had nothing left to give.Even then, I could pull back and slam into her again. It felt like someone was pealing the skin off my cock, but the burn and tingle felt so good! I felt so alive! More alive than I’d ever felt before.And more exhausted too, I realized. Only for a moment, though. When I could breathe again, I felt mother’s breasts still in my hand. I could feel a pulse in them,. I slowly pull my pants off just how he likes. Wiggling my ass as my pants go down my legs. He gets behind me; his hand smacks my bare ass. I get my pants off, finally naked in front of him.His gaze on my ass as I sway my hips. Suddenly his body is against my back, his hands squeezing my breast. His hard body rubs against mine. My pussy twitching in need as it starts to drip.His hot breath on my neck as he begins to nibble on it. His fingers tugging and pinching my nipples. My moaning. (With the exception of Ending chapters. My addition.)All threads have an ending chapter.Our goal, if we choose to accept it, is to write a complete and finished Choose Your Own Adventure novel in one month's time. Can we do it? Is it even possible for an unorganized bunch of strangers to achieve this? Almost certainly not, but it will be fun to try! I fully realize how impossible this goal is but this challenge is more about the journey than the destination. If this ends in a glorious mess...so.