” He didn’t reply. He was concentrating on the sensation of the fingers thrusting slowly in his ass, wanting more. He focused on relaxing, surrend...ering to her hand. As she pushed, he took deep breaths to force his ass muscles to slacken. “This your first time?” Softly, almost a whisper. “Uh-huh. I’ve played with dildos . . . ” “Were they as big as this?” she said, rising on her knees, stroking it, showing him. “Uh-huh. I guess. Maybe.” Too much effort to compare now. With the dry hand she. She's not conventionally beautiful but when you brush against her you feel it like an electric shock. You feel a bolt of sexual energy from somewhere. A fleeting image of hot naked limbs appears in your head but only briefly. You are still in your world and it won't hit you just yet. She is sitting opposite you. You are at your most beautiful right now. She gets the slightest hint of your aftershave. Lemony, musky, an aroma of woody dark forest. She breathes deeply. All tension releases, and. From where I sit, the negatives far exceeded the positives. In addition to the threat of getting arrested every single hour of the day, you eventually came to a point where you essentially trusted no one. At least not completely. You were always looking over your shoulder… if you were smart, anyway. There was always the possibility of one of your customers getting busted and ‘giving you up’, in hopes of a lighter sentence or the charges dropped completely. Think about it: when confronted with. His day was supposed to be full of job hunting but these days he usually spent his free time staring at the ceiling and wishing he was somebody else. He let out a long sigh and continued going through the motions that the Gods of Hygiene dictated. Wash, dry, brush, comb, clip, tweeze, spray rinse and try not to contemplate the emptiness of existence.His daily nihilistic musings were cut short by a sharp rap at his apartment door. He almost jumped out of his pale pink skin before eyeing the door.