His ass was taking the dildo deeper and deeper. I placed the vibrator at his balls again and gave one hard thrust sinking the dildo to the hilt and a ...long moan escaped from him."Oh, stop. Don't move. Please, don't move," he begged, whimpering into the mattress. He finally experienced what I felt when he took my virgin ass. I pulled the dildo slowly out of his ass and dropped the vibrator."I know you want this. How badly do you want your ass to be fucked? How badly do you want to feel it. I had never imagined loneliness could hurt just as bad. It’s been three years already… but I’m scared, hurt, I’m still suffering for what I did to her, Amelia… My family and friends are always inviting me out, and showing the female diversity with the reminder that I need some company. Notwithstanding, for the first time in three years I am feeling woozy to call her, just to listen to her… I’m not expecting or wanting anything but to know her, she caught my attention and I want to know why? Why. "It is a spirit of goodness as well as a spirit of fulfillment. And it is a spirit of fellowship and sharing", he continued."We are all born out of a woman's womb having been created in what were meant to be, moments of great pleasure." While Christianity claims to honor the woman as mother, it too often does not adequately acknowledge her right to set her inner self free. Thus the woman is too often doomed to live in a double bind where she is damned for enjoying the very thing that continues. She breathed the smoke in deep, waited for the nicotine to relax her.“Why be bitter?” she asked herself.She had begun the day alone, been together with Cal for a time. She was alone again. Life wasn’t a continuous script, but a book of short stories, each separate from all the others. This day served to prove what she had thought all along.She had warned herself against bitterness but couldn’t help that it had crept into what she was feeling.“Smoking is bad for your health.”She hadn’t expected.