Do you see the difference?I wonder what descriptors enter your mind when you say making love and fucking?When I am feeling vulnerable and soft, I need...you to make love to me. Please, start with a kiss. Gingerly cup my face, taste my lips, before moving down to my sensitive neck. Little nibbles will tell me what I need to know.We slowly undress each other, taking turns, worshipping the sights unfolding before us. After each reveal, touching shows our appreciation for each other. You massage my. ..I awaken with a strange tingling sensation on my penis and my eyes snap open to see her go all the way down on my dick and come up again with a huge glob of spit. I can't move or do anything as she has tied my hands, feet, and chest to the chair. She says "I've been drinking a lot the past few nights and have been super constipated" I'm thinking why are you telling me this. She says " you are going to help clear me out with this" as she goes all the way down on my dick again. I am horrified. She looked at him blankly for a moment and then the most beautiful smile appeared on her face. “Wow, you are in big trouble mister,” she said.Gazza tried to say sorry but she shushed him and put her fingers over his lips as she sat up, on him. “I’ve heard lots of stories about why magical people love sex. My sister Ella was worried that I would never meet a man who could satisfy the needs of a Faerie.”“I’ve also heard that other magical people have to find someone with an equal magical ability. Later in the evening Randolph was getting tired and Mattie suggested that she return to the home so I began to make my exit with her but was restrained by a few words from Hilda.Arrangements were made for the guests to take rooms in the main house and Mattie and Randolph took their leave. I was given a room next to them. I did not like being away from them in strange circumstances or surroundings and I so advised Hilda.After the gathering Hilda and I had a few moments alone. She told me that.