chapter 2

...He was walking in while I was walking out… the instant our eyes met, I felt that I had known him my whole life. It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t infatuation, it was a ‘connection’. Having a sense of comfort from that, I was motivated to take social risks I’d never taken before, like introducing myself to him, and looking him up in the phone book and calling him to wish him well the evening before an important event. We did go on to date for a while, but it was the first relationship for each of us When we met, we both needed someone in our lives to care about us. Each of our families were broken and more focused on old grudges than on being there for each other. Our lives had been stressful in plenty of other ways too, so we became the support system for each other that we had always wanted....

Since meeting him, I’ve realized how much mistreatment I used to excuse from people who claimed to care about me. I also learned that abuse is not inevitable. People tend to be more devoted to either helping build others up or tearing them down, bit by bit. him who builds me up. His support has let me rebuild my life bit by bit and even drawn more and better friends into our lives than I ever had before, because good people want to be around good people. "ah mm" can you go slower

squelch " ah...here" "stop hmm!" *push*

"I put it in no" ????what wait *thus

"n,not yet" ..ngh. h, hunts

*push* *squelch* "feel good"First i feel pressure and then it feels warmer and warmer as the ***** goes back and forth. I mainly feel fullness and warmth I want more and more and more harder and deeper. With the door closed every pretence falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to **** each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we are ***** and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every ******, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...

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