We met him several more times but he and I never did a repeat of our torrid passion. But from that point on, I never again considered kissing men as u...manly or reserved only for women. Kissing and making out with a man makes the experience more naughty and taboo for me. Plus, I feel like a male human being and I are connecting in a differently erotic and exciting way than if we were both connecting with a female human being. Just as a woman and I can kiss passionately, feel our knees get weak. The sun, laser-like, highlighted her pink collar, illuminating the faded gold lettering, ‘Annie’s.’ I’d tightened it around her neck months ago and she refuses to ever take that collar off.My finger traced the fiery-red, bruised teeth marks tattooed onto the nape of my girlfriend’s neck. Always ritually refreshed before I, her Miss, use her. My fluttering abdomen interrupted my caresses; who needs another reminder to pee?Sliding from sheets still damp with pussy-goo, I winced. Having stepped. Even so, you made it. And here you are, still recovering from the celebrations of the selection ceremony and standing aboard the ship that you will soon not only command but be leaving everything you know aboard.This is your bridge, the nerve centre of your ship. Here, you will have to make decisions, give orders and look like you know what you're doing at all times. On this bridge, your word is law, making you a king in your own mobile kingdom. However, if you slip up here, everyone on the. Gerry did say that he wanted to be a blonde but he hadn't said he wanted to be a blonde today. Well, technically he wasn't going to be a true blonde but his hair was going to be visible lighter. Sharon had gotten a little carried away and highlighted much more than she had originally planned. She'd make it up to Gerry with a great cut and blow dry!"Wow!" She hadn't meant to say anything but it just slipped out as she pulled the foils from Gerry's head. He looked great. Almost blonde but.