We called him 'MacDave' after the TV guy MacGyver.We started dating and after about six months while we were both in our higher education classes, we ...ad sex. Let me take that back - we made love. He was so good. After the episode with Brad, I didn't expect much but David was so sweet and gentle. We were at his apartment and he laid me on his bed and gently kissed me. No wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am with him.He slowly unbuttoned my blouse and started kissing my breasts outside of my bra. Then he. Eddie took hold of Gillian's ponytail, and pulled her head down, bending her over until her mouth touched his huge glans. It was oozing, and he smeared her lips with drops of his thick goo. I watched her mouth open wide... wider... straining and uttering disbelieving sounds as she tried to take the purple-black head of it, the size of a child's fist, between those luscious lips. Eddie held her ponytail tight, and lazily jerked his hips. A muffled shriek, and Gillian's lips encircled the top of. Your head is a perfect contradiction. On one hand: determined, driven, certain. You know who you are. You know your mind. Your outward desires and reality are as clear as day.And so you resent and revile your own baser instincts- your tearing, teeth-on-edge irritation at yourself that your own wants and desires pull you off the predictable, relentless beat, towards your off-beat, fallible pulse instead.Because, your pulse is racing and slowing: not based on your own free-will, but upon. She laid and opened herself to his gaze and his words and his hands; she gave herself to him completely, as lovers should do.When he touched her lips, they kissed and sucked at his fingers. Her tiny tongue peeked out between the panting pink lips and washed the fingers and they passed. He brushed tears away from her cheeks and kissed the places they had traveled. His hands stroked her hair, and down to her shoulders. Almost without breathing, he brushed over her small breasts, and both he and.