<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>When he heard her voice speak out to him, in all it's lust and wanting, he found he couldn't deny his own.<br/>If the desire wasn't so powerful, he might have felt some guilt for these feelings.  His parents had tried to raise him as a good Catholic boy, but it just hadn't worked.<br/><br/>Taking her in his arms, he put her on her back so that he was on top of her and he continued the kiss, his hand still firmly groping at her breast in maniac, lust-driven squeezes.  He found that atop his lust, he couldn't deny the tight feeling in his pants, and it too brought back memories and he could draw parallels as to how being a pimple-faced teenager wanting so much to just fuck someone, and now as a bearded man, re-learning all of his old desires.<br/>He wondered if the world would do the same, if it had perhaps just reset itself to purge the evils that scarred it's surface.<br/>The way loneliness scarred a person, but they too could reset given another person there was to help them.</div></blockquote>