Now she wasn’t biphobic or anything, but she did believe that “it was just a phase” or that “by staying with her I’ll grow out of it” yeah...right. The truth is that my time with her was a time of suppression, all those two years, trying to undermine the fact that I also liked cock, and she would refuse to even use toys on me, saying that “I was enough”Basically, once my relationship with her ended, I felt free again, and so this summer I decided to start over and try to make it up for the time. ”“I see. Well, um, my next question is this; you say you were conjured from the infinite void. So what does that mean? Were you just floating around as free energy in space or something?”“After a fashion, I suppose you could say that. The dimension in which I exist, the one from which I was so rudely and abruptly extracted, isn’t really perceptible in your universe. Where I come from, sentience doesn’t always take physical form. As I said, I don’t know exactly how the old boy managed to snag. Proceeding slowly was our plan but it didn’t happen. It worked okay that way, too.“You both need to think through what you want in and from a relationship as well as what you will bring to each other.”Suzie-Q said, “Did you calculate all that when you were first getting together?”Karen grinned. “Of course. We just had to work sober thoughts in between the waves of lust we were experiencing.”I blushed. “That’s not totally true. I wasn’t experiencing lust but was totally entranced by this. ‘Simon, I promise to you that not all girls are like Joanna.’ I pulled him down the couch onto me, so we were horizontal, me on my back and he on his side to my right as we carried on kissing. Hesitantly, slowly, his hand came up the front of my dressing gown and cupped my left breast through it, squeezing gently, kneading and stroking through the material. I pulled his head closer, kissed him deeper, as a non-verbal signal that everything was OK, and started stroking his back through the.