For masochistic me, Freud's analysis better fits my own deepest, if notdarkest, psychodynamics. Unlike many masochists, I neither require nordesire f...ntasy, role-playing, or other such imaginative adjuncts tospankings. I simply want to bare my buttocks to another man (or to awoman or a shemale, for that matter), be told what to do (e. g., "lieacross my lap," "bend over and clutch the seat of the stool," "stand inthe corner with your hands atop your head"), and receive the strokes ofhis hand,. I spent a lot of time licking and sucking that big knob of a head and licking up and down the long shaft. Unbelievably the cock swelled even bigger. It had to be close to twelve inches long and the girth was like a horse cock. He began to moan loudly as I increased my tempo. With as much of his cock in my mouth as I could get, I felt the first ropes of his cum blasting up from his scrotum. The taste was pungent yet sweet. I started swallowing as fast as I could because the sheer volume would. It amazed her the way, in such a short time they had become so close.Except for her little girl crush on her seventh grade teacher, Mister Darius, Marie had never considered the possibility she might fall in love. The few boy friends in high school and college quickly lost interest in her because she seemed unable to grow close to anyone. The few sexual experiences in college left her disappointed. She wondered if she was destined to be single and alone forever.Then, Jesse Morgan, her exact. ." I sigh.He lifts his head and looks down at me, into my the deep blueness of my eyes with the sweetest smile. I smile back, just as lovingly. Peter pushes apart my legs and kneels in between them, propping himself over me with his hands on either side of my head for support. "Oh..." I whimper, as he lowers himself down until I feel his still-hard cock poke at my drenched underwear through my dress. I grab a handful of his hair with both hands and sigh as he kisses my throat softly whilst.