“ahhmmm” she moaned with one more hard slap on her butt, & then he asked her to lay down on bed, she reluctantly laid on back looking what he is g...ing to do, he buried his face again inside her pussy & find the perfect g-spot, that’s make her crazy again, she was on high, her pleasure was crossing the boundaries of joy. Every sensational lick made her hornier she screamed & sprayed her pussy juices on his face; he drank them all & keep licking her passionately. It made her horny again.. He. I stepped into her room and quietly closed the door behind me. She didn’t move except to clench her fists and flex her body. “Rough night Ashley?” I asked. Her response was to relax slightly and blink a few times. “It won’t…stop. I…I can’t stop.” She panted, and then after a pause for heavy breathing, “I’ve had so many orgasms…I can’t even uhn count.” She started moving, writhing as if in pain. “Not again!” she wailed, tears rolling down her cheeks, her fingers clutched at the. "It's like, how can I say it-- " Just say it in words you say to yourself."Right." He swallowed, looked down at the therapist's shoes. He wished he had chosen a female therapist, it might be easier to admit it to a woman. "I imagine . . . I'm having sex." He almost said "getting fucked"."I see," He looked away from James a moment, then back at him as he said, "Who do you imagine having sex with?" Nobody, really. It's like just a man having sex with me. Not anybody I know." A man. I see." The. It wasn't until I was a lot older that I was able to go to nearby bigger towns and find the gay hangouts. I still remember the first guy I met at this local gay pickup spot. We snuck off into the woods together and sucked each others cocks. I was changed forever.I started having fantasies of being a whore for a bunch of guys eventually. I could not get it out of my mind. But even tho I lived in a large city now, making that particular fantasy come true was very difficult. One day I was thinking.