These days, I was looking for a relationship, even if it only lasted the night. I needed more than the sex. I needed more than a superficial affirmati...n of my femininity. I needed contact with another person.I watched one woman come into the bar. She looked athletic and slightly gay. She had shorter hair, jeans and a tee shirt, too many earrings and rings. She had very little makeup on but was a real beauty. While her clothes hid her figure, it was obvious that she was sexy.She took a seat. He whispered in my ear, “I think I have found what I’m looking for.” He added in a firm voice, “Open the map and concentrate on it. OK?” I could feel his old clammy hand running over my tiny thong like an octopus. I started to reply. “Shh!” he said, whispering in my ear, “I saw you on the bus with all those dirty men around you. I know you are a cock hungry tart! And now you are going to be a good girl for me. I want a piece of that pie!” His hand was sweaty and his fingers were rubbing over my. The Female Supremacist Party swept to power, and thenew President brought in sweeping changes, men were banned from thepolice and the military, thrown out of parliament, and barred fromattending university.Despite women being firmly in control domestic violence actuallyincreased, a problem that even extending the castration laws to includepersonal violence against women didn't curb.The answer was education, girls were taught that they were superior toboys in every way, and when they reached. We have danced this dance before, we both know the steps. My mouth waters thinking of that first taste of precum I can suck from him. He smirks as his jeans come off. Give me your hands he demands. Puzzled I look at him. This is new. Now he growls. I submit and raise both my hands up to him. He grasps both my wrist in one hand and holds them up against the wall. His other hand goes to my mouth, those lips that drive him crazy. You want my cock in your mouth? I nod. Say it he snarls. Please let.