"Asshole," of course, is not a term of endearment, nor, for that matter,is "ass."The submissive, shameful, and degrading character--or, in any case,ch...racterization--of anal intercourse, or "sodomy," as it was once called(as were fellatio and bestiality) was once sufficient to cause not onlysocial ostracism, but also execution, which is why homosexuals aresometimes called "faggots," since bundles of sticks, or faggots, wereused as kindling wood to start the fires with which sodomites. We pulled up about an hour before dark and unloaded the car. The cabin was fabulous!! Very rustic, but had a big window looking out over the valley, so romantic. We ate an easy dinner and Daniel made a big fire in the fireplace and got us a bottle of wine. We sat there, sipping our wine and I stood up and took my blouse off. Daniel stared at me as I dropped it on the chair and then I unbuttoned my Levi’s and slid them down and stepped out of them as well. I stood there, the glow of the. So he kept watching his music videos. As the night went on and I kept continuing drinking beer I noticed he was starting to get fidgety. Everything he did seemed to draw attention to his leather covered legs and ass. He did push ups putting his zippered ass practically right under my nose. He went over to the bookshelf and bent down to see the books on the bottom self. He wiggled his little bottom all over my living room. I can take a subtle hint and I just asked him. "What are you doing?" he. I knew she wanted it, and I new I just needed to get her to relax. I stood and walked behind the couch and I began messaging her neck and shoulders with both hands. The more I rubbed and grasped, the less tense she was. I leaned in over her, with my face inverted in front of hers, I took her mouth with mine. As we kissed, I moved my hands down so I could feel her small breasts. Then I moved around the couch and sat next to her, and taking her in my arms, I again kissed her. I began working my.