Another second, and she was worried that he would smell her. "I, uh, really don't know why I'm even here," she managed, "but it's a beautiful place an... I'm flattered to be here." You're here because we invited you and want to get to know you better," Kathy interrupted. "We were certainly not going to let you be all alone on Christmas. Now, I for one, am hungry, and you must be starved, too. Diana and Arlene are waiting for us in the kitchen," she finished as she took Eileen's arm, elbowing her. . it made me feel so kinky doing it. I felt a sudden animal hunger, and pushed him back down onto the bed. He looked shocked, and when his dark eyes met my blue ones, his eyes narrowed in the same animal instinct coursing through my body. I ripped off his shirt, all shyness forgotten. His muscles were tensed and incredibly sexy, sweat gleaming on his chest. He growled and buried his face into my neck, biting and sucking. I moaned, and reached between his legs to find his hard cock. I squeezed. ” It reminded me so much of the bar scene in college--just what I dislike, drunken twenty-somethings trying to jump my bones before they puke or pass out from the beer. This night, however, I felt particularly lonely and wanted to talk to someone even if he was a stranger. I picked Paul, he didn’t have a personal avatar and he was almost twice my age at 40. But he was pleasant and polite and seemed interesting. He didn’t tell me his penis size in the first five minutes, in fact, he never did.. My fantasy goes like this. I’m a music journalist who is set to interview her. Even though her music isn’t my cup of tea, I do it anyways. It’s after yet another concert on a very long tour. She is tired, but agrees quickly to do the interview.Ariana is dressed in a gray Bikini style top and White pants. She is covered in sweat and looking sexy. Her hair is soaked, but she still looks good. I’m seated in this red chair, and when Ariana seats herself, it’s in the chair directly in front of me..