They have experienced that emotion themselves.But there is another emotion that is less well known. It happens so rarely, that some people may not eve...r experience it. I'm not even sure it has a name. There is a ghostly version of this emotion called 'contentment.' Perhaps it is a mixture of several other emotions. Some people who have been married for sixty or seventy years know this emotion well. A woodcarver who finishes a figurine and finds no fault in the completed project feels this. The other thing that surprised me was just how much it turned me on to read some of the things they had done. I was really intrigued by it because I have my own story to tell but I never thought I would be sharing it with anyone, ever. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of, but to be honest, like these other storytellers, I feel very little remorse. So, with some trepidation, and a certain sense of “me too,” I began to write my own confession.. .." I sighed, rubbing the head of Jeremy's cock up and down between my greasy pussy lips. I was wide open too, like seriously ready for him, and this was gonna feel so good!"Ummm..." he groaned softly, like deep in his throat, and Jeremy pushed every inch of his virgin cock inside me all at once."Ah! Take your ... Time..." I whispered, kinda slapping his back because hot, wet, and ready didn't mean that it felt good having all of his dick just jammed inside me all at once!"Sorry," he whispered,. He was probably 19-20 years old, looked military by his haircut and tattoos, and was tall and lean…probably 6’2” and 175 of all muscle. He had a nice cut cock that flaccid looked 4-5 inches long and a good-sized set of balls.He said he didn’t know what to do; she’d taken everything and he thought maybe his wallet and cell phone could be in their room…but had no way to get them. So I suggested that we deal with it all in the morning; we could call security and have them come up to the room and.