“How do we do this?” I ask him. We were still in the poorly lit park. The swing set we were sitting on, well technically the swing he was sitting on... I was on his lap and not my own swing. He guided me to where we were, in his domineering way. He was not only the single person in the whole universe who could make me cry, but he was also the only person I felt compelled to obey without question... mostly. With my arm around his neck and his c**k, rock hard, against the side of my bum, I felt as if I was living someone else’s life. Now that I know the reason for the intense pull I had to be with him and the fact that my body only fully relaxed when making contact with his, I was more accepting of him... after all, who was I to argue with the moon Goddess?
“Which part?” His perfectly chis
