The last time he said he would “have a conversation” with someone, it had ended up in a fistfight. You are at a BDSM trade show. Now she was moving very slowly and yelping and screaming constantly. Somehow I hung on. I was still in the middle, but I knew that if I kept up this pace it wasn’t a matter of if I would orgasm. I was tempted to squeeze tighter and try to move faster, but I knew that if I did that, I would end up orgasming out in the middle. Somehow I hung on. When I got over to the big indoor tank, there were a dozen weird-looking mechanical fish sitting on stands at one end of the tank. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. I’m not allowed something like that and since I’m naked, it’s kind of hard to carry even a small tablet around with me.
