" Yes, Honey, what is it?" I can't stand the thought of your giving up sex or at least the kind of sex you enjoyed so much." I enjoy the sex we have n...ow." You're wonderful to say so, but I know you Denise. We're different in that respect. I'm not crazy about giving up orgasms but I've learned to live without them. You're very different. Sex and orgasms are tremendously important to you. You need them." Nonsense. I orgasm when you kiss my nest, and even if I didn't I would love you every bit as. This story is a slow start, but I like that, personally. Bear with me through the setting up of it all, and I'm hoping you'll enjoy what comes after. I'll be adding more parts of this soon because I've already written it, and I want to get it out there. There's a whole crazy world in my head that I've been slowly adding to, and I hope that you all like it as much as I do. Any input is appreciated!Chapter OneCharlie was an average guy. He had a job, his own place to live. He spent a lot of his. *"Oh fuck me sideways." Promise."*"Oh, cheeky bitch."I turned the shower back on. We washed each other from head to toe. I left her hair alone, the clean, crisp, scent of the rain was more pleasurable to me than any shampoo could ever be.She turned off the water, slid the door open and stepped out of the shower, reached her hand back and escorted me to the dimly lit room around it. She wrapped us together in an oversized, terrycloth bundle. We huddled together just swaying in the silence, then. ..he held up his hand and and told her to keep quiet and listen. She strained to look at his face but was unable to make out much due to the poor lighting. He was standing in her space...so close, too close. She tried to wiggle away and he grabbed her shoulders and held her against the wall. She felt his breath against her face as he spoke.... "What the hell do you think you're doing whore?" She again opened her mouth to speak, but he continued on as if he didn't want to hear her answer..