The only solitude I have is in darkness — the darkness of my own thoughts and in the writing of these words. My soul is charred with tainted thought...s — constantly I find it wasting away into nothingness, therefore securing the personality of a less than human creature. I find myself screaming on the inside, unable to break free of my pain. I wear a mask of contentment that grows weaker; my smile however happy it may appear is a charade- a fake twitch of the muscles for my audience. I feel. So many things to get done today and there isnt much time to do them. I start my day by going to the studio to get ready for a Photo shoot. Then a nice relaxing day at the sauna. I walk through the busy streets of Tokyo snapping pictures of the buildings and couples holding hands. I see a women sitting on a park bench. She looked so beautiful. The sun was lighting her face perfectly. Her hair darker than the midnight sky, eyes a deepening brown, bright smile, sexy figure she tried so hard to. Our friendship started very casually since we were both single. I would be at my desk as she got to work, left for lunch, and went home. Usually a head nod, then a hello, then small talk. As the days went on, and we grew used to seeing each other, we got much friendlier. She would stop at my desk regularly to talk, ask if I wanted lunch, and to see how I was. We would smile at one another each time our paths crossed.Our flirting intensified over the following months. Sara and I became very. I held her as she fucked me and loved the feeling of her body against mine, her thighs almost forcing mine against my chest as she gyrated and slid her pussy on mine, her titties pressing against my chest, her nipples connecting with mine constantly. I licked and sucked on her tongue as we both looked eachother in the eye. Suddenly she sat back up and assumed her initial position, grinding at a almost non human pace, vibrating against me as she drove us both to cum. We sat there breathing.