She breathed into my mouth as I slid the bra off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful boobs. I took them into my hands, rolling her nipples between ...y fingers. I kissed her neck while her breathing started to increase. I kissed her prominent cheek bones and planted small pecks on her boob until I reached the nipple. I took it into my mouth and slowly suckled it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She groaned as I gave it a slight nibble. After switching breasts a few times I went back up. Basically he wanted her to be scared; he liked the thrill, seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims.Moving back towards her, he didn’t hide his true colours this time, his fury showing in the dangerous red of his eyes, his fangs protruding over his lower lip, desperate to torture. Grabbing hold of Aphrodite’s wrists, she sat there expressionless as he forced her arms over her head, holding them against the concrete behind her. Shifting position so he had both wrists in one hand, red marks. All my comfort, all the things I knew, loved, and trusted. All of it had to go. He was right, I realized about forty-five minutes later. When I was empty, and exhausted, and bloodshot-eyed. Old Courtney had to go. To do otherwise would confuse the authorities, and likely get me charged with my own death. But it hurt, and it sucked, and there was nothing I could do about it. The only way for me to have a life was to move on from my old one. I had to kill the girl. For months, and even years to. I enjoyed exhibiting her in minis, a pool side bikini, and taking her to urban nightclubs where they still had classic strippers (ala Vegas). Fun sexual topics. Two major contributions to Janet moving forward into real independent sexual experiences were: her use of the birth control pill (quite radical at the time) and a serious directive that she could even have sex with other men. To play on the freedom, to maximize it within the then open marriage, I instructed her that she did not even.
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