Don’t speak to me of desire. Yet there are those who see desire as a physical thing only. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their ...ust inflamed loins will allow their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck. Good… bad… it does not matter to them. All they want is a fuck. They know. I am NOT homophobic, but generally score about 90% on determining a guys orientation just from casual interaction. I found myself having many thoughts about this guy. "If he is gay, will he give me a blowjob?" "If he is gay, what would he do with a straight guy?" or "what would he let a straight guy do with him?" After plenty of beer and useless flirting with Miss Front Desk, I was going to head back to my room. I thought I'd throw caution to the wind (where my "3 sheets" were) and ask. He must have noticed we picked the keys up from reception and thought he would find out if we were going to have sex in there instead of playing snooker. Well, my heart was thumping as I raced back to the snooker room. I decided not to tell my husband we had a “voyeur” watching us. As I entered the room I took a crafty look at the window the young man was looking through and there was a five inch gap in the curtain. Having the light on in the snooker room made it even easier for him to see. Taking a deep breath, she asked,"Mum, can I talk to you about something?" Her mother turned her head towards her and replied"Of course you can darling, what's wrong?"Taking another deep breath she said "nothing's wrong, I don't think, it has to do with sex." Oh I see," her mother said, "met someone nice have you? What's his name?"Karen knew the next words out of her mouth would cause a big change in her life, although exactly whether that was good or bad was the big question."No I haven't met.