It is the utter lack of warmth, of caring or concern, that perversely turns me on. Some masochists enjoy the stimulation of physical pain; for me, the... pain I crave is psychological. It is the pain one experiences when one's human warmth fails to melt the cold implacability of the cosmos, as personified by an inhuman god.--or a Master who cares and empathizes not at all when you suffer. All the better if he shows no emotion whatsoever. The perfect Master is enigmatic, like death, like eternity.. ”“I didn’t have lunch!”Mel often skips lunch when she has art on her mind. Me, I like a painting as much as the next man, but I like sandwiches too.We went back the way we came, or we’d have to do the full circuit. That meant we’d never even pass the restaurant. Some museums have pretty decent restaurants nowadays. They’ve discovered it as a great revenue stream, rather than a necessary evil. Some are so good you need a reservation. If you’re ever in the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, have a pistachio. "I stepped to the edge of the table rubbing the tip of my cock into her hot wet pussy pushing steadily driving myself deep inside her. She moaned loudly as I began pumping my throbbing hard cock in and out of her hot box. I've fucked her like a wild man for five or six minutes before I exploded shooting a huge load of cum inside her. I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy and sat down in a chair while I caught my breath. Much to my surprise and Karen's delight my cock remained stiff as a. I then kissed her again. We stopped for a few moments, trying to process what had just happened. After a few minutes we agreed nobody would find out and it wouldn't change anything between us as friends - and I went down on her. I was really nervous and I could tell she was too, but as soon as my head was between her legs we both relaxed. I kissed the hot creases inbetween her legs, and rubbed her slightly through her lacy panties. I pushed them to the side and exposed her beautiful, wet, bald.