That guy ought to be arrested!I felt so bad for my poor abandoned mistress that I almost hoped he'd come to his senses, come back inside and proceed t... give her what she so obviously was ready and willing to receive.But my empathy didn't last long. Pretty soon I started thinking like the man/dog I was: This might be the opportunity of a lifetime -- for little old Fred!I figured the next stop for poor, frustrated Brenda would be the bedroom or the bath, and she didn't disappoint me. She made a. Feel the difference between you and your skin. Okay? Emma's thoughts were insistent, yet Timora could feel the honest affection the girl felt toward her. It wasn't sexual. It was ... Okay, it was sexual, too. But there was more..."'kay," Timora muttered through a throat that was raw from tension and her constant whimpers, which were suddenly stopped when she realized... 'That was me making that noise?''Yep, 'fraid so. Better now?''I think so. Timora responded, reveling in this new form of. I nudge your bed gently, shaking it only enough to make you turn over to gaze at me with half-aware eyes.My hands move slowly over the roundness of my breasts, down to my firm, smooth stomach, then I caress my hips and thighs. As you watch me, you wonder, but for a moment, how I could have gotten in here, but you find you really don’t care. I crawl gently next to you on your bed. I rest my fingers gently upon your lips, quelling any doubt, and I gaze into your questioning eyes and you realize. Which is the best place you can think of. No, not the grandstand for your favourite sporting event. It's when you are in that delightful warm, wet and slippery place of love; inside your lovers body.We men are biologically programmed for sex. As soon as our basic needs (food, clothing, shelter) are dealt with, our thoughts turn to sex. It is a basic urge and we all experience a build – up of tension between one sexual encounter and the next.Unfortunately, we seem to be biologically programmed.