Nothing is sweeter. Nothing is more desired or wanted than that. She inhaled deeply and brought her hands down to his chest. ‘You’re shivering. A...e you cold?’ she asked. ‘No…..I’m okay. Are you?’ She knew he wasn’t asking about her physically, but of her emotional state of mind. ‘I’m okay,’ she whispered. He began kissing her once more. He ran his hands down her sides, stopping at her waist. He lowered his hand to her thigh and ran his hand up her skirt, stopping to savor the silky feeling. Shoes were strewn everywhere, most with high, spikey heels, none nextto their mate.Before Lorraine could verbalize her confusion, Joy smiled and said"This is one of my favorite scenarios! As I mentioned, the girls areusually given little vignettes to act out, as part of their stay herein the dorm, and definitely as part of their 'who is more sissified'competition. This mess you see before you is the result of somethingalong the lines of the following set of instructions:[ you are two teenage. He was hard to deep throat but Ieventually got most of it down. I don't think he ever had headlike that and when he came I thought I would drown. I swalloweddesperately. His red-hot man sauce ran out the corners of mymouth, down my chin and onto my dress. It was beautiful. Icleaned him up with my mouth and wiped the remainder from myface. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I left himand went home. I masturbated for two solid hours and came seventimes thinking about my evening. . ”“I honestly can’t explain. I was feeling light-headed, and I drank more than I’m used to. I was in a good mood because we had won the award. I just wanted to be different.”“Was it because he was black?”Maggie answered quickly but was defensive.“That had nothing to do with it.”“Why didn’t you tell me he was black beforehand?”“It didn’t seem necessary before last night, and then I guess I wanted to see your reaction. Did that upset you more? Would you have minded less if he were white?”I.