Beneath that she wore the conservative suit of a diplomat, a match for Camael's own. Instead of answering the former angel, she bent down and gave her... a deep kiss. They remained that way for a long moment, their mouths and tongues interlocked, made one."You busy?" asked Bael, breaking free at last."No," Camael admitted. "We're done for the day." Great!" said Bael. "We've got visitors!" Before Camael could protest, Bael dragged her into a secluded area where they could drop their earthly. One day a reader messaged me asking if I wanted to chat. His name was Richard. What did I have to lose? So, I engaged with him. Surprisingly, he began asking lots of questions about me. Not the typical, “How old are you?” or “What kind of movies do you watch?” He dug deeper. “What makes you happy?” No one had ever asked me that question before. I told him learning and exploring made me happy.Our conversation grew from there. We quickly switched to the phone after finding it hard to chat with. .." You want a wizard's duel." Malfoy smirked before storming off. "Very well, meet me where Potter and I dueled during our second year." What do you think you're doing, Ron?" Hermoine asked annoyed. "We may have learned a lot more than most about the dark arts while dealing with he who must not be named, but you're not match for Malfroy." That's my concern," Ron said as he looked toward Holly. "You think it was brave of me to stand up to him, don't you?" You're a prefect, Ron!" Hermoine. About an hour later we were both lathered in the animal dampness of sexual heat. We had spoken only terse sexual words and commands like, bone me, poke it, faster, softer, do it, dont stop! There were also a lot of filthy words used descriptively. There were a lot of improvised words consisting of only vowels. There was, however, no talk of the incident at the parking lot that ignited this firestorm of lust. As we simmered down and both regained a semblance of normal breathing, I was positioned.