I know I don't know how I will react to the things I want you to do to me. But, I need to know. I want to experience this need that has been stirred a...ake inside me and explore my limits. It's okay if you hurt me; I know you will stop if I ask you to." I smiled at her, "I'll try not to leave marks that will be difficult to explain." "Fuck," she moaned, "Yes, I want marks as a reminder that you and I were real, that I offered myself to you. That you taught me, and used me for your pleasure." I. She began to simply bounce her privates on its face biting her pillow. She came again this time her body riveting in a senual flow."I didn't know anyone could use their tongue like that!" she gushed.She pulled up suddenly spinning on the bed.Its mind now trying to figure out what to do next. Its hunger was in an odd way, lowered. For now. But the burning in its privates still aching. Hurting. Pulsing.It watched her suddenly roll over, her head between its privates now.It watched her hand slowly. It was almost 10:30 and we still had to work the next day. We decided to go to our own places and save a sleepover for a night when we could sleep in the next morning. We parted and I fell asleep shortly after he left thinking of him as I dozed off. I had a feeling that when we did have our sleepover that it would be a really good night. The way that he surprised me with kisses or held my hand showed me that he was a gentle lover determined to satisfy the other person. I couldn’t wait to see. I was still wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. Bad enough I have to learn to sing, now I have to learn a new instrument. How did this happen?I turned to Fran and saw her laughing quietly at me."What's so damn funny?" I snapped."Don't get mad at me, Ed. You're the one who doesn't know how to say no to anyone." She couldn't wipe the grin off her face. She was right, of course. I was guilty of always trying to please everyone. I wondered where that came from. Oh well, too late now. Nice.