I like most kinds of sex, but not urine and HARD S/M.Drop a note telling me a little about how you are going to treat me.Answers with photo and return...stamps will be answered first, but all letters with return stamps will be answered.Among other answers I got one from a guy who I'll call Bent in the following:He wrote and told me that he was a man 27/192 and had a great passion for hot sex, and especially to use a horny girl as a sexslave a whole weekend was very tempting.He ended the letter. My fingers are stroking the edges now, large lips that are silky smooth, freshly shaven in the hopes that you would see and touch. I want to quiver as I stroke slowly and softly. Fiercely, I turn my eyes to the TV, telling myself to stop, to watch the show. But, the show I watch is the one going on in my head. I imagine straddling you; licking, stroking, waking you with my tongue. I know it cannot happen. If I wake you, you will either be grumpy with me, or you will be unable to go to sleep. I was feeling very excited. But my excitement did not last longer. I heard few footsteps coming toward the terrace. Oh Shit. Some was coming right on the terrace. My excitement melted and I started sweating like I had played beach volleyball on the hottest day. I put on my clothes in no time and laid on my stomach on the tank there. I could leave because of the bulge in my pants. So laid the silently. From the edge of the tank I saw two people. As it was all dark I couldn’t figure out who were. On the 10th floor, a few children got into the elevator, which was already quite packed with luggage. That forced her to move close to me and accidentally touched my not-so visible boner through my jeans.I was a little embarrassed as I didn’t want that to be my first impression. But she didn’t notice it luckily, and we went on. I unloaded her luggage, and just as I was about to go home, I forgot I didn’t even get her name. “Anita,” she said, and I invited her over for coffee with my parents and.