He groaned and they both held tight and still, as Danny adjustedthe girth and depth and length and warmth of the incredible thing buriedinside him. A ...cock, A cock inside his cunt, inside his pussy. He moaned andgroaned wanting to say something, unable to speak. He felt the heartbeatwithin the thing, within the cock, within the fuckstick that was insidehim, in his pussy.And then the thrusting began, out, out, out, out, out, the head at theopening, and the long smooth glide, all the way in again.. Storyname= Serendipitycomments= overall a nice story. But you need an editor. If you write in the first person you cannot possibly know what Clarissa is thinking. You should read other more accomplished...I deleted it. It didn't bother me to hear that old argument. I knew how to write, maybe better than he did. Some people were hard-wired to dislike creativity or non-conformity, and felt it was their solemn duty to point out my errors. My harshest critics were other writers of erotica,. Your high school sweetheart, until, well, we both know what happened, don’t we?” I confronted her again.“Yes, I cheated on you, and then you took the worst revenge that you could. I guess fidelity’s a moot point now, isn’t it? I promise ... if you claim me, I’ll be much better this time around. Please, please, claim me!” Lisa pleaded with me.“How close is Lisa to the point of execution?” I asked Wilde.“Lisa Malone is slated for recycling in exactly seven hours. She really is a desperate charity. After about an hour of lights out I began hearing noises, some crying, some people shouting abuse and threats to others then I heard a noise from the next cell I tried to shut out the other sounds and concentrate on next door. The bunk above me creaked as the man in it moved around, then I was able to hear what was going on, the two next door were having sex, grunting & groaning. “Your ass is so tight bitch” I heard one say As I lay.