Sincerely yours, Nicholas Andrews She refolded the letter and returned it to the envelope. She once again consulted her reflection in the mirror. Coul... she do it, she wondered. Could she go alone to his home and not be overcome by him? Since there was no way to avoid him and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand staying in her rooms for the remainder of her stay, she had to try. She would be there to meet his carriage. She chastised herself the next day as she stood before the wardrobe. We both had needs, although very different, both would be met this time. Steven moved to the bed, his ass in the air, teasing me, calling for me. I wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted... to be taken, to be dominated, to be fucked. As I held his hip with one hand, I guided my erect cock towards his smooth, almost hairless, little asshole. We were both already breathless with anticipation. I slipped my cock’s head inside him and he moaned out loud, equal parts pain and pleasure.. Once I moved down to lick his balls a little he proceeded to jack himself and quickly told me he was cuming. I moved back toward his piss hole to catch what I could, but he started cuming too fast and I soon had a sprinkling over my chest with just a taste in my mouth. He rubbed his liquid-like cum into my chest a bit, then put on his shorts and got out. That let me move around to see what else was up. Quickly I found another guy who wanted a taste of my dick, but we went our separate ways. Once we get the underlying vision clear, informed by a larger sense of culture, history and especially sexuality itself, then it will be easier to initiate the dialogue that will need to take place, delineate necessary boundaries, discern moral guidelines, and generate the good-will to provide the necessary support structures. The inevitable fear is that this will release a new wave of promiscuity and make a mockery of sexual morality at every level. My concern is to clear up the immorality.