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her backside, and cupped her ass cheeks for leverage and life. Before we knew it, the all-foam mattress was moving, the headboard was smacking against the wall, and moans were exhaled at decibels previously unheard by man.
    Being afraid of monotony, I pulled my cock out, rubbed it one time, and commanded her to flip onto all fours. "Fuck me like a dog!" she shrieked in one breath, with the tones of a barbarian. "I love you, Markus!" she exclaimed in the next, as the intensity of our moment hit levels unprecedented. This was love, this was lust, this was infatuation, this was obsession, and this was perfection. As my left hand wrapped around and massaged her clitoris, I reached around with my right, and grabbed oil to drizzle over her back. Before we knew it, I was giving her a full-blown back massage while fucking her pussy, and bringing on more vaginal orgasms than a beach wedding decorated in diamonds, rubies, and freedom.               Fearing our moment would come to a premature end, I pulled out once again; this time grabbing her by the thighs, telling her to grab my torso, and standing up carefully. As the confusion of "what was next" settled, I began throwing her up and down on my cock with Greek God bravado, as I stood firm with all the strength I could muster.
    "Oh my God!" she wailed, "Markus, cum in me, please! I need to feel your juice!"
    Without another thought, I carefully laid her down on the bed, my manhood still inside her; and we fucked with the speed of a million sports cars. Within a meager two minutes, I was releasing the biggest cum load of my life all inside her sweet, sugary, walls of love. I looked into her eyes with a dominant silence, as sweat dripped from our brows, and we tried to catch our individual breaths vigorously.
    "Markus - what the fuck? Is that what having sex with you is like? I just came about ten times," she uttered, in between deep pants and sighs of pleasure.
    "That was the greatest round of my life," I answered, as I began slowly pulling myself out of her.
    "No! Leave it in, Markus. I'm on birth control, so you don't have to worry about pregnancy. But, please, leave it in."
    I laid down beside her and after words of romantic philosophy, mental intimacy, and excitement; we began to close our eyes. This was the commencement of love, the expression of closeness, and the ceremony of our togetherness. Never had I imagined loving someone that came from the type of religious or experiential background she did; yet with each day that passed I realized that didn’t matter. I felt myself growing accustomed to the monogamy and spiritual satisfaction she offered, and I wondered how I‘d ever lived without it before.
    As my mind wound down before retiring to complete slumber, I questioned what possibly could follow, with the most optimism I'd ever felt.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
     
     
     
     
     
    SERENITY DAVIS

My college friends had always told me that the true test of a new partner was seeing how you felt the day after you slept with them. At the time, I had no idea what they were talking about as the only man I’d ever allowed inside me was my husband. But, after sleeping with Markus Glenn, it all started to become clear.
    I was sitting at my work desk, editing an article about a new furniture store opening when I received an e-mail from Markus that was unlike any others. Although our correspondence was always kind and affectionate, this time he had traded the casual “I miss you” statements, for long poetic devices that compared me to African queens, elements of nature, and the general fulfillment of his heart’s desires. I felt conflicted; as my heart warmed up, panties tingled, and mind began to wonder if I deserved any of this. Seeking outside opinion, I rolled my office chair into the next cubicle to talk to the only other woman that was within ten years of my age bracket.
    “Monica,” I called quietly, hoping not to be disturb our menopausal co-workers. “Can I