Johnny was scared shitless. He was as straight as they come -- a rough-and-tough jock, a three-year letterman in high school (second in conference rus...ing yardage in his senior year). He lifted weights and had multiple girlfriends. The thought of letting a queer get at his bare ass, though, now that bothered him.It was an upscale house in one of the better suburbs. Johnny's hand tensed up as he rang the bell."Come in, my friend. I'm Bill."The guy looked like a actor straight out of a beer ad.. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked okay, but not really sexy. She wanted to attract him - this was a date after all not just two friends having coffee. She needed to do something more.Mi-Cha thought about changing her top and she unbuttoned her blouse. She was just about to take it off when she came up with an idea. She tied the ends of her blouse up around her breasts like a crop-top, leaving the top open. She decided not to wear her bra, hoping that it would make. As I stood and looked at her, I watched my hands do their thing. One technique I've used most of my life is to extend my fingers taut, touch the nipples with the palm of my hand, and slowly make circles with my hands. Most women with whom I've enjoyed physical intimacy have responded to this method.Even though both of us were nervous about joining cock to pussy (because she was menstruating), we got past that quickly. NOTE: this was the first time I'd engaged in menstrual intercourse. As. She had that right, damn it. I wasn’t thinking terribly rationally. The lady had stolen my heart, and she was mine. I knew I’d fight for her with everything I had.She was going to be my wife. She had that right too, it was the best way I could tell her that I loved her. I didn’t feel my love for Kim was any less. He had wiggled his way into my heart just as much as Lindell had. They were mine, my lovers, my partners and my loves.I opened one of the jewellery boxes I’d found and rattled through.