He picked up one my legs and placed it on his shoulder. He trailed light kisses to my most sensitive place. He moved my panties to the side and blew. ... My knees shake at the impending pleasure I was sure to endure. Quaking as his tongue finally touched me. Breathlessly ‘Charlie.’ It was like a switch turned on in him. He became relentless. Teasing me, sucking me, diving in and out of me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I intertwined my hands into his hair to grind on his face. My climax coming in. I guess I wanted to have my cake and eat it to.I began to think about all of Amy's good traits versus the bad. Sure she ripped my heart out but the her good (not just the sex) was far outweighing the bad.I was in turmoil.....turmoil my ass, I was in Hell. I was ripping myself apart inside by thinking about things such as commitment, marriage, sex, k**s and how nice it would be to build that life then upon analysis all the bad associated with that would cause me to instantly shift back to. She pushed her chair back, swiveling in the seat to look out her window, far removed from the plant for which she makes so many decisions. Ten stories down, a heavy blanket of snow covered the ground. Cynthia looked at the people below her; on the move making their final preparations before their Christmas celebrations. She could be out there, trudging through the snow on a quest to find that last gift, but she thought the whole thing foolish.And it has nothing to do with me not having anyone. She had bean thinking about this for a long time, but it was not until tonight she had finally decided. It was far from sensible, but she wanted to do something crazy for real, not just act crazy in front of the camera. She'd had a few boyfriends and of course, they had sex with each other. Avril was not inexperienced But what she craved something more. Whenever she fantasied about sex, it was always the same scenario: a bunch of unknown, black men who fucked her hard and mercilessly. She had.