My soul is owned, my desires, thoughts, beliefs, feelings, worldlyrealities, body and heart are the play thing of a god, a man god, a veryvery strong ...and dominating god, MY god, my love, my everything, my life, my history, my future, my good, my bad, my pain, my pleasure, my emptiness and my total and complete acceptance for everything that I am.And, I am all: sick and sane, high and low, sweet and bitter, soft and hard.He is fire and ice, my endless sky opening up to the warm and soft rain,. I mean this guy could suck for real. He was deep throating me just like it was a simple task and I was loving it. I took over and started mouth fucking him while he kept his mouth wide open for me.After fucking the hell out of his mouth, I was so close to cum. I signed him and he gave me a wink. I started cumming inside his mouth. He drank every drop of my cum.It was my turn now, I made him sit down and I started jerking him off and I made up my mind and decided to suck a cock for the first. When she moved her tongue forward once more she felt his; the tips met and slowly, tentatively slid over one another. His hand moved up under her arms to rest upon her shoulders, their lips sealed together and their tongues slipping deeper. She became aware of an eerie whine growing from further up the tunnel. The entire mountain shook as a bright white light flooded the tunnel, searing the silhouette of the side of his face through her eyelids onto her retina. She pulled him down tight to the. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's wind, howling through an opening somewhere...but it's too constant, and unchanging. There are brief sensations of terror, but I don't know why, almost like dementia, fleeting thoughts, that you can't seem to remember only seconds later. What the fuck is going on?Where am I?The sound suddenly stops. Utter silence. Terrifying silence. Then I realize the silence is not silence,.