I wasn’t really exposed the high mini-skirts, the low cut tops, and the whole girlfriend thing. Perhaps another reason would have been because I had...never thought myself to be good looking per-se, being home all day does wonders to ones self esteem. Maybe I thought guys would treat me better? Or perhaps that they were less likely to judge me and more likely to just do me, so to speak.That as they say, is all history. Now a days, even though I am still quite shy I worry a lot less about what. But I can't expect that.Exakta66: I've heard some guys won't even chat unless it is about sex. That seems stupid.ClassyLady: He was wanting me to explain things about my body and me personally in detail. He wanted to know everything.Exakta66: LOL.ClassyLady: It was not nice. It was very rude.Exakta66: I agree.ClassyLady: I will say some stuff but as you say this is a fantasy site.Exakta66: Yes this is a fantasy site.Exakta66: I have heard of people hooking up but everyone I chat with seems so. Where Robin hopped off and headed off to the office, her mind now turning to the business of the day, but sex was surely in the back of her head.At 5:45p.m. Robin was just settling into her seat on the bus for the thirty-minute ride up to New Town. What a long hard day she thought and dozed off as the bus made its stops on the trip north from the Loop. When the driver yelled next stop Diversey, Robin was roused awake and got off the bus and headed down the street towards her apartment. Although. With his other hand he held the ice chip. He ran the chip up one side and down the other, briefly touching her hot, swollen clit, and then repeating the motion. Just when she thought she would cum just from this touch, he stopped. She whimpered with need. The ice dripped over her clit - her thong was hot and cold in turns - hot from her juices, cold from the ice. She heard him sigh and then inhale deeply."I love the smell of you. You have a wonderful mustiness that drives me crazy. This thong.