Xavier pushes me flat, and, using his teeth, pulls down the black thong I'm wearing. I lift my ass up, and he uses the fabric to tie my hands to one o... the posters of his bed. One of his hands rests on my chest, almost around my throat. I moan and expose more of my neck to him. He looks up at me from his place down by my wet pussy. "Ah, you like it a little rough, huh?"His hand applies only a slight pressure to my neck, but that coupled with the panties made the battle between me and my. I was so caught up in the rapture of moment that I let out a deep, beautiful sigh, which, luckily, did not wake hubby. I let my eyes drink in his perfection for a bit longer. Finally, I pulled the cover up over his legs and thighs, leaving only the head of the penis exposed. Lovingly, as if it were a c***d, I tucked it in. It looked almost as if it were smiling back at me in silent gratitude for my attentiveness. I went to get myself a cup of coffee with that image of loveliness etched in. You have my heart. Please be gentle with it... You are the third person in my life I'm accepting as a lover. My first lover was two years my senior, when I was a sophomore in high school. I had a schoolgirl crush on a handsome senior. We did get intimate with each other for a brief time, petting each other's bodies, no intercourse. And then he graduated. We wrote each other for a while, drifting apart but remaining friends. And then there's Jeff, the passion of my life in my senior high school. ’ The smolder was back in his eye and he stepped toward her slowly. ‘I want to protect victims, teach them how to protect themselves.’ ‘You’re… contradicting…’ she backed away from him, only to bump into the wall behind her. ‘A victim is someone who would let people run over her because she thinks it’s easier or better that way.’ He stopped less than two feet from her, and she could feel heat emanating from him as if he were a radiator. ‘A victim is someone who has been hurt and learned that.