“You there,” checked Prince.“I am,” huffed the online friend. “You gave me a lot in that last statement. We need to unpack that.”“I mean...I don’t know why I feel all this shit.”“Maybe you’re conflicted. But it does sound genuine.”“I mean. I don’t wanna be gay.”“Don’t think of it as gay. He’s feminine, right?”“Feminine as fuck!”“I don’t think you’d be attracted if he were femme.”“Nope.”“Then it’s your masculine energy that’s drawn to his feminine energy. That’s natural.”“You think!”“Yes.”“I don’t. We discussed how to have audio available for my enjoyment. He inquired if she wanted to eat in, she declined, and he was suitably disappointed. Text massages kept me up to date, his obvious excitement from seeing her high heels and dress, a form hugging number that rode up her leg as she exited the car. His confirmation by hand, that she was indeed going commando. “Slut!”, he whispered. Sometime later I received the coded text, “your favourite song is playing”, and on queue I dialed her. He then told me he was going to use the bondage tape. Still face down, he tells me to put my hands out in front of me. He grabbed my wrists and taped them together. Next he taped my ankles together. I was going nowhere. My ass was in the air for him to use as he pleased. He started spanking me, left cheek the right cheek. He must’ve slapped my ass about 10 times on each cheek. Then, surprisingly, I felt him grab my ass, and part my cheeks. He then started to rim me. I absolutely love being. The shock subsided, his demeanor changed. She was no longer looking at her loving big brother, something primal had overwritten that part of him. The hand holding her pulled her to him as the other reached behind her head and grabbed her firm, but carefully. Their lips met, Anna opened hers and let Tyler's tongue dance in and out with hers. She could stay in this moment forever, but before she could mentally process the way her body was physically doing Tyler broke off the brief, passionate.