He kissed me softly on my open mouth as our tongues entwined. His left hand slid onto my exposed breasts and began to tweak my erect nipple delightful...y. His right hand slid down my stomach, across my smooth mound and slid between hot labia. His finger eased into my tight pussy and something penetrated me other than my husband for the first time in years. This was so exciting allowing a man to finger me, that I could feel the beginnings of a very powerful orgasm. His left hand slid round my. I imagine our scents would mingle in the air around us. Entwining as we have entwined. Joining as we have joined. Creating a single scent, as we were a single being for a time. What does it taste like? Salty. Unique. I imagine what sampling your skin would be like, learning you with my tongue as I have with my hands. Seeking out the very essence of you. What does real sex sound like? Fast. Low. Surely not like the theatric screams, moans, and grunts of pornography. I imagine the panting, the. “I want you,” Rick growled as he pushed her against the wall. Sally felt his hard cock grinding against her body. Rick kissed her again, this time passionately as his tongue found its way into her mouth.“Oh Rick,” Sally panted as she pushed him away. “What happened to the gentleman lover?”“Fuck that, I should have fought for you. I need my cock deep inside you.”“Oh my God, Rick,” Sally exclaimed as Rick pulled down her Palazzo pants and rubbed her crotch as he kissed her again.“You are so wet,”. We actually had a pretty perverted group of friends, always joking around about being gay, touching, grabbing, even some crazy games of truth or dare that led to something like licking a nipple or touching a cock through pants. It never got too crazy, but once we started groping and touching out of fun and teasing my feelings for Mike began to change, and I did start to occasionally beat off to him, even though I kept doing it more to the other boys I fanaticized about, and mostly girls still..