I had seen her, and she had seen me and I would have given anything in this world to be with her. She was 26 and had been quite successful. She lived ...in a house she inherited and she looked so radiant, like the personification of Aphrodite herself. Every night I hugged myself to sleep thinking what it would be like to sleep in her arms. I wanted to try it, and I wanted to be hers, the way she wanted. I told her my intentions, and she repeated the same thing, it would be on her terms. It was the. “And besides, you’re the one who didn’t want to use a hooker, which would have been much safer.”“I’ve tried prostitutes before: he doesn’t like them.”I had scoped the house for a couple of weeks and knew exactly how to get in. The girl’s roommate kept a spare key under a fake rock because she was always locking herself out. Although there was a sign for a home security system in the front lawn, there was none installed. We wore balaclavas as we entered through the front door, just in case the. "Clean me," he said. I wanted this. I leaned forward and licked him. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head. I stopped to smell his musky Tyrone scent. Incredible. I continued with my chore, his asshole slick with my saliva. "Good boy, such a good boy," he cried.He stopped me and rewarded me with one of his amazing kisses. "Stand please," he said. I stood and he grasped my cock, leading my to another part of the room. "Kneel, I want you to see what you like as you are being used." He opened. . except that this will make that life look tame, now that you’re also devils,” I announced, much to the astonishment of Nels’ boss and his wife.“We’re ... damned? Well, fuck my luck, but as long as we’re demons, we get to have fun, not suffer, right? We’re destined for hell, but not for torment? In that case, might as well enjoy ourselves. It’s not the worst-case scenario, which was what I had feared, one of being tortured forever. Not that it kept me from chasing booty, but who can blame me?.