I looked at him and wondered what was wrong with him. My legs splayed open on either side of him and he just pumped away at me oblivious to the fact t...at I wasn't actively participating."Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked, thinking I'd shame him into stopping."Yep," he said. "I love fucking your tight little pussy. I could do this all day and I might." But don't you..." I began."Don't I care that you're not into it?" he asked. "Why should I? I don't love you. This is just sex. Isn't that what. I waited until the night was exactly right and the stage was set to my specifications. When she walked in the door, she usually tossed her bag down without a thought as she did this night. Then she went to her room. I knew as soon as she got inside her room, she would undress. That was when I burst into the door and tossed the box of condoms on her bed. “What are these?” I asked in a demanding voice. She was half dressed; she stood before me in her panties and t-shirt. It was all I could do not. ... As Hunter S. Thompson was known as a "Gonzo Journalist" I am in most areas of life eccentric and for lack of any existing better word a Gonzo. This blog isn't entirely based on why I am different, it may in fact bring to light why you and I are the same. If you are taking the time to read this I will assume you are familiar with the videos I make and have therefore seen the word "Metaphorphosis" which is a word I made up as an umbrella term to stamp the things I create. I apologize if this. The smile held me. The collarheld my head up. I mention this as it became another aspect of hercontrol. The question you might ask, was I happy? That's complicated,ecstatic to be with her, and so deeply embarrassed in that position,that it almost hurt. But having her, have me, as hers. Does that makesense? I felt protected and complete.She leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed and she sighed. There wereno words. The sounds of the restaurant were the only disturbances thatevaded our table."I.
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