I was greeted by the smell of sandalwood incense and cinnamon. The robin’s egg blue walls and dark furnishings of my tiny apartment felt like home. ...I removed my coat and turned around, my lover was standing there slowly removing his tie and smiling devilishly at me. In that moment I knew the fear and thrill of prey in that look. Raising my eyebrows and smiled I turned on my favorite internet radio station. Ambient tunes wafted around us. Riley took the space between us in three strides and. Kenny!..." She panted out breathlessly, finally lifting up her face to see my contorted expression as I felt another wave of orgasm pumping from me. I could almost make out a smile on her wide eyed face as she watched mine twist and grimace with each stroke of her hips and squirt of my cock, as if she were reveling in her new found power over me as I continued to come helplessly under her motions. Her hands were pressing down hard on my shoulders as she continued to hump away, long after I had. Chris’ thoughtful Valentine’s Day gifts were much better and more meaningful to her than useless shit like Brad’s flowers and romantic dinner. Nell sincerely wanted to try to quit smoking, but Brad’s constant needling and badgering her to do so didn’t help. In fact, she found his bitching downright irritating. She also liked to take a drink now and again, something else Brad didn’t do and, just like with her smoking, he found reason to chide her about when she did. She wasn’t an alcoholic, in. " Mom, did it ever occur to you that this might be a seriously personal matter?" Of course, Soren, I'm not dull-witted, you know. As I said earlier, this is a matter of healthy bodily function, which should not be taboo; further, I believe that there are aspects of curiosity and education that shouldn't be ignored. I'm curious, for example, how often you find it necessary to relieve yourself in this way. Daily? Several times a week? Weekly? I have no idea the frequency with which sexual urges.