It’s always seemed to me that condoms are off once a couple becomes serious, anyway. It’s sort of like a rite of passage thing, I guess. From the ...tart of dating, I made my mind up that if I liked a guy a lot I wanted him in me naturally. Condoms don’t play a massive difference in terms of feeling from my perspective, but Matt explained that he basically feels it cramps his style. And I want him in me anyway. No problems! We both vouched for our clean bill of health regarding STDs. And we both. He would not expect them to join in the fun. But perhaps they could be enticed to do so in the future. As it were he simply squeezes his hardness and makes it even harder. Slowly arousing it upwards again and again. Getting closer, but not too close. Edging all the day long. He walks about his studio with his member curving upward, proudly pointing at the ceiling. It was one of his stipulations that the girls' residence hall he wanted to be near had to be restricted. Along with not allowing. My heart stopped in my chest at his touch, gentle and warm, yet firm. Pull it closed, he whispered against my ear, momentarily leaving me almost completely unable to translate his speech to thought. Luckily, my hands moved on their own, and reached to wrap the front of his coat around my own body. Already I felt warmer, though I wasnt sure much of the blame for that was lying with the fire or as a direct result of his coat. Though the heat of the fire on my face did begin to make me sleepy.. My parents wanted to either kill me or have me locked up, but in the end, they gave in and let me go. My mother even drove me to the airport at four ‘o clock in the fucking morning. I had been too excited to sleep. He and I had fallen in love almost from the day we first met online. We spent eight hours on the phone, talking. Somehow, I felt like I trusted him. I had a wall up around me and he tore it down immediately. Everything I had ever known, or felt, came rushing out and he listened to.