He pounded me like a bitch in heat and I loved it. Then, he whispered in my ear so softly, I almost didn’t hear him say, “May I please have your a...s?” “Yes Dawson,” I replied before I’d even processed the question. Had I, the answer would have been ‘no.’ However, in his defense, he used a clean condom, and entered me so slowly, that it only slightly hurt. He moved slower than he had ever done before, but when I yelped out because he went too deep, he pulled out, put on another clean condom,. I can feel your hand tracing over my body stopping to feel my wetness. Then suddenly nothing. I wonder what to expect next. Nothing at all. I strain to hear and can't hear a thing. I am scared. I feel the panic rising in me. I wiggle what little I can wiggle. Soon tears are rolling down my cheeks. I am scared to death that I have been left out here. I don't know how long it has been but it feels like forever when I suddenly feel a kiss on my lips as the ball is removed. I feel a hand. I was kept sobusy that I didn't have an opportunity for escape. At least that'swhat I told myself. In truth, I probably had opportunities. But Ilacked the courage to take a risk, always telling myself that a betteropportunity would come. But my time was running out. The rehearsal wasjust practice but tomorrow they would force me to marry Frank forreal. So I cupped the sleeping pills that my mom gave me and pretendedto swallow them. When she thought I was asleep, she sneaked out of myroom to. ” After I blindfolded her, I stole another kiss before I gently manoeuvred her onto her stomach. I warmed the cream in my hands and spread it sensually over her back and sides. “This is about you Eileen. Whatever happens, just enjoy the moment and the experience.” “This feels even better than I remember Kerry, and you can’t say I have rose-coloured glasses now. If this is gay, I’m okay with it.” “It doesn’t matter what you are. Switch off that busy mind f yours and just feel. Let yourself go.