After the steamy intercourse, D would return to the cage, let me sniff her hot, wet and fragrant s*x, coat my nose and lips with love juice then once again slide the hood over my face. The replacement of the headphones signaled that my mind was to return to the black, static filled world of daydreams and hallucinations. Observing D and Mr. Dinnerdate was a maddening respite...listening to sounds of clamorous lust, watching the ultimate gratification of the woman for whom I pined, and then smelling the aftermath of the seemingly unending fornication. And it ended with a wanton feminine smile, a teasing application of her fragrant essence and a mere tug on a latex hood. The weeks went by with continuing chastity and the abstinence was most frustrating. When permitted to speak, I groveled for
