Also, a clever name was required to hopefully attract the attention of a few readers. I did not have high hopes in that area but did not really care. ...Hence, Ravishment and Other Wicked Thoughts, by The Debauched Diva, was born.My first post was the retelling of a frat party in my college freshman year. It described my going back in the bowels of the house to a dark, and far from spick and span, room, where I happily engaged in somewhat drunken sex. During this hook-up, a second guy joined. I let myself in and expected to see Mom in the kitchen. The house seemed empty, but that didn't make sense. Her car was in the garage. Hey, maybe one of her friends picked her up and they went to lunch instead. That could explain not getting a call. I decided to go take a shower and change clothes. As I went upstairs and walked down the hallway to my room, I heard sounds from Mom's room, and not just any sounds. These were the sounds of passion. As I neared her room I made sure not to make any. We talked about what days we could do it, and we had trouble finding a day when we were both free. During one of those conversations, I don't remember exactly how though, we had agreed that we should send each other some pictures of each other's dicks. We both built up the courage to send each other the pics, and we agreed the reason we had done that was because we didn’t want to be "shocked or anything when we pulled our pants down the first time". (Haha I still wonder if that was the real. ?Good you’re awake. The surgery went well but I’m a little worried as to why you stopped breathing. I moved you here so I can keep an eye on you. A nurse will stop by in a while to draw some blood and do a blood gas ok?. He put on a white lab coat over his green scrubs and placed his stethoscope round his neck. ?I’ll be back to check on you after rounds?. He kissed her lightly on the lips and left. A nurse bustled in a while later to draw the bloods and then left Misty alone with her thoughts.