He took a few steps forward standing in front of me first time he looked me straight in the eyes. He pressed his lips to mine OMG is soft lips felt so...good and tender of course I kissed him back (closed mouth) and held him tight. He pulled away with a smile and shaking “that was the first time I ever kissed someone like that” he said. I pulled him to me pressed my pink glossed lips to his, I parted my lips and as soon as my tongue touched his lips he parted them like he has done this a thousand. If his wife wanted war, she would have it. He wasn’t getting a vasectomy. He read somewhere that men with vasectomies were at a higher risk for developing Prostate Cancer, a disease nobody raised funds about or ran marathons for since it only affected men, not women. That night, he silently packed his bags and left the house. It wasn’t his house anyway. He barely spent time there. The married man was a homeless creature. The wife or girlfriend ruled the house. Even if the man paid for it with. I am not sure if there are words that can explain the feeling but the little special place there felt so good and even though it is very small and tiny if rubbed just right it feels huge. Somehow her fingers were working it just right and in an odd pattern, I must have been moving in a pattern long before I realized I was moving my hips up and down with the way she rubbed. I could feel my feet trying to push into the table to grip and hold so I could move better against her fingers, but. It was just a dream. If it really had been a vampire, then I'd be one too, right? Did I have any overwhelming thirst for blood? I carefully considered before deciding that I didn't seem to be interested in it. Although I was pretty hungry, blood didn't seem to be my preferred meal. I could really go for a pizza, not that I was likely to find one in my hospital room. I thought about trying to find a call button, but it really seemed like too much effort.He bit my neck though, didn't he?.