She had managed to surprise the guards at the slave camp entrance but knew she only had a narrow lead. The colonel spurred the black Kalashite mare on... She had transferred her night eyes talent to the horse allowing them both to see dimly under the moonless night sky. A few hours had passed and dawn would soon break, then it would be a tense two day ride to the portal and then freedom. A cold wind blew down the valley and the princess thanked her mother’s foresight for the warm makeshift coat.. That she had woken up so happy in his warm arms that she let him open up her legs with his knees and push himself inside her. That she was still sticky between her thighs. She nearly groaned aloud again but bit it off just in time. Last night wasn’t making love. It was an orgy. But other memories began pushing themselves back into her mind. Like how she woke up after the first time to a warm wash cloth being softly but thoroughly wiped between her legs. She whimpered at the intimate action,. When I met my partner we were teenagers I loved her very much. After the breakup I really didn’t want to fall in love with anyone again. In terms of sexuality I’m straight, I find women attractive and as George Michael one said sexuality it’s about who you can love not just who you can get it up for. My sex life after the breakup became thrill based rather than love based. It started with porn which got more repetitive and less exciting as time went on. I quickly moved to using prostitutes but. The reason I put friends in quotes is because most of the time she spent bitching about what ever girl wasn't there that night, or cock blocking them time and time again. She had an attitude around her, and although her good looks got her lots of attention from the guys, a lot of nights she left alone after pissing off everyone around her. Lets just say booze and her didn't always work well together. How these chicks put up with It for as long as they did, I'll never know. Anyway, as a.