Methadone tapering

Tapering with the evidence ?

I thought the story was slowing, tapering off. Wow! I am so glad I was wrong!
The story is great!
10 days to two weeks. I can't wait!

Remove the almost and make it as big as Mark's and it's perfect. Or make the difference something other than size, like shape, or the size of the head, or tapering or something. Having Andrew almost as big, but definitely smaller than Mark takes the story a notch down for me. Still a 5, just not a fave. But that's me. Hope there's more!

While you say and it shows, regarding the quality of this story, I fell for your composition! I appreciated the outright lust tapering off into longing and self-loathing. It felt right. The emotions hit peaks, and they hit valleys, and it was really poignant at the end in a way I found sad, but satisfying! If you'll forgive the (possibly lame) comparison, it was kinda like a Romy & Michelle's if they actually were gay
(and I kinda always wanted them to be actually gay)
I know this story is basically ancient by internet standards, which only leads me to wonder how much you've improved! :D

I'm so tired of people not researching anything about weapons and armor. First why would sailors use or carry bastard swords which one has to assume you mean to be of the longsword variety with a tapering point and approximately four feet long. Wouldn't a cutlass or other similar sword make more sense because most fighting done on ships are done with limitations for space. Second why would the hero want a katana or similar sword. It is not the ultimate sword! Most historical examples are something like thirty inches of blade length with a two handed grip. Not exactly ideal for use against a longer sword. Third why is it that everyone wears leather armor, there is no historic evidence of this. What's more is that it wouldn't be the most effective armor. Leather is essentially just skin and how easy is it to cut or pierce skin. Think about what we use to protect against sharp blades today: chain mail gloves are used for protection in industries where they use knives like the meat industry and competitive lumberjacks wear chain mail socks to protect their toes. Chain mail was the most prevalent armor across the world and throughout time. Things that I like are you having more colors than dreary blacks browns and greys. However it seems that only a few people have access or can afford brighter colors. Overall I really enjoy this tale and am glad you are continuing it. Four stars!

'If you want to wait, you can. But you look like you need this now, Jess. You'll be bred by many bulls in your life. Mark can wait a little longer for his second chance.'
Hope Mark kicks the shit out of his oversized nuts when he gets back for taking advantage of his girl! Heh. ...thats kinda like; 'aww come on, dont wait for Mark to get home with the methadone, I have some crack riiiiiight here for you, no need to suffer! You can take the methadone later, youre in pain now!' Hehehe
Unfortunately, I had barely mated with Mark since then. Jess always hogged him all to herself. He had mounted me a few times in the week after Jess gave birth, but once she was ready again he stopped.
Oh hell, fuck that, go claim sister's rights! Hehehe, just show up about nine or ten and explain to your sister that you're spending the night with them! ;)
'Uh, Uh, Uh,' I moaned, his huge balls slapping against my rump. I couldn't move under him, I was trapped under him until he had finished having his way with me. God did it feel amazing.
So I was sitting here last night reading this and trying to decide if I was going to explain what story I've been reading lately to my wife, hehe, still haven't decided...hell she knows I'm pervy;) ...anyway that got me to thinking, can you imagine the look on their faces if a group of feminists got ahold of this and read it? Hehehe! However, I wonder what the numbers would be if everyone in the group got a copy of it but they didn't know any of the rest did... How many of them would keep quiet about it and secretly get off on it, jilling her brains out reading it every night?! Hehehehe ;)
Suddenly I heard Jess and Mark shift in the grass and looked over to see her on all fours with Mark lining his cock up behind her.
I let out a groan and sat up. The sounds of his body slapping into her rump mixed with their moaning soon echoed around the field.
I stood up, feeling my pussy growing wet from the spectacle before me. I couldn't deny how much I wanted Mark to mount me right now.
Oh. Hell. No. Sis busted into my room this morning interrupting a perfectly good morning mating just to nag on about leaving right on time and going with them, and now my sister is on all four shoving her ass in the air like a cat in heat with Her bf Mark, who just so happens to be the father of our child growing in my belly, pounding her dripping pussy like the world's about to end! Some picnic, huh miss third wheel! Well that bitch is sharing, Im gonna go over there and climb on her back, lock my legs around her waist and lay as close on her as I can with this belly, and roll us both on our sides in the grass, then he can damned well fuck us both!! ;)
Awesome chapter Heather! This story is just so much fun!! :). Oh, hehe, I was laughing at the 'sweaty' thing too, hehehe! Yeah, it's kind of retarded not to be able to edit the story after it's been uploaded! Not like the software hasn't been out long enough and gotten enough complaints for them to write a patch for it! Thats a pretty big thing too! :/
Looking forward towards the next chapter!! Thanks for writing :)