Boy, that was intense to a point that I wanted to throw up, more so from fear of your rejection. To taste your lips upon my own. To have that deeper, ...tronger connection with another living soul. I'd searched long and hard for someone like you, and while I was slowly giving up hope, there you were when I wasn't looking.That first night we spent together, in your bedroom. You could see I was shaking, yet your loving touch placed me at ease. Sitting beside me, next to your bed, for what must have. He tells me doggy because it is the most primitive and a****listic of the positions. The professor gets down on the floor and into position. I step behind him and kneel down. I put my right index finger up to the professor’s sphincter and move it around the edges. I put pressure in the center a bit before I pull my finger away. Without telling the professor what I am about to do I lean in and lick his sphincter. His butt contracts and relaxes. I bring my finger back and push it in to the. As such, I think of it as an inferior, less erotic, and shorter copy of the version you are now (figuratively) holding in your hands.As always, comments, questions and suggestions are welcome. -------------------Bambi grew up motherless and alone, with only an imaginary friend to keep her company throughout her lonely c***dhood. She never really had any close friends, never really sought the attention of her classmates and co-workers. The few friends she had never knew her very well, rarely saw. Quickly looking left and right to see if anyone was about, I cautiously crept down the stairs to the cellar. The walls and the floor of the cellar we're all covered in a black rubber, and in the room, there were some strange looking objects that looked like they belonged in a dungeon. In one of the cabinets on the wall, there was a collection of butt plugs, and next to these, was a varied amount of other penis shaped objects. I followed the line along till I came to a big long pink one, that.