I had enough of my filthy whore! She's forgetting who is in charge and who is the slut in out relationship! She's about to find out the hard way.I smi...e at her and tell Miem to g put her best dress on, we'll have dinner and party all night. Stupid slut thinks that she is going to have fun. Hell no I have to once again teach her, her place.She comes into the livingroom an hour later. Looking goregous! I kiss her, hold her tight. Miem moans into my mouth. Our lips part she opens her eyes. I smile. I'm not built nor fat, just a plane average lad. I live not far off London. I was generally straight, on the odd occurrence I'd find myself turned on about men on me , but had never engaged in it... Until it was decided for me.It was winter time, about mid-December and the night came early. There was the odd pile of snow from all that remained from the downfall during the week. I had broke up from school and arranged to meet my girlfriend at hers, we had brought a few films the previous weekend. I was panting heavily but he was taking his time and teasing every part of me.“Tell me how you feel,” he said again“I feel wanted and desired (pant). I feel electricity with your touch and heat with your kisses.”Still wearing my unfastened bra and shirt, he lifted the back of my shirt and continued to kiss me down the length of my spine, running his hands all over me. Then he did something no other man has ever done. He moved his kisses to that very sensitive fleshy part of my side above my. After all, they wouldn’t be able to hold up a pencil when placed at their juncture with her chest. What really pleased me is the bikini bra accentuated her beyond perfect.Like I had said when I first saw our hand tattoo on her hip, I uttered a gasping, “Wow!” again.“You like?” Lindie asked me.I have to admit that Lindie has always had some sort of effect on me and the emotion I was feeling just then, was right up there with ‘Awe Struck!’Now, I’m sure almost everyone knows, in one way or.