" And she stuck her tongue at me."Hold that thought!" I laughed.She giggled. "Why should I HOLD that thought? Are you lacking in a sense of adventure,...guy?" I do believe I'm up for a bit of adventure..."Squeal! She was shoving me back towards the bed at the far end of the trailer.We loved each other enthusiastically, happily, eagerly, joyously. In the afterglow, she purred in my ear, my arm holding her soft form next to me."Only bad thing is that NOW we have to get up and shower, sweetie," she. He had the airplane on automatic pilot, for the 500-mile trip to Fairbanks. I’m not a fan of country music, but Michael was, and I wasn’t going to argue with him. We were cruising at 180 knots, and you could see the storm front moving in from the southeast. Michael told me not to worry about it because we would be on the ground, in Fairbanks, before it arrived. He was wrong by 55 miles, or about 13 minutes flying time. It felt like we were being hit by mini-tornadoes every other second.. "A what?" Fetish website. It's where people like me hang out."I let out a small squeak and tried to push him away. "P-people like you? I don't—" Shh. Listen." He kissed me softly, his hand stroking my hip now. His voice was lower...seductive...when he said, "I like to bring my partner absolute pleasure, not pain. Never pain."I stilled. "H-how?" With my body. Sometimes with just words. Or the aid of some toys." L-like handcuffs...and blindfolds?" I gulped, remembering those and other questions. It gives one that sense of urgency that is far better in than out and she was an absolutely lovely sweet gratifying fuck.. ‘There you are’ I said as she scampered to the door, adjusting her underwear. ‘You are definitely Bi!’ ‘I need to go to the bathroom’ she said with a tone of urgency. Then she was gone, only her scent remained and the lovely feeling of gratification afterwards. She was just so very ready for it, so wet and so passionate. It would have been a crime not to let her feelings.