“Not you?” Solaria asked. “I wouldn’t say I am above such feelings or needs,” Adrian shook his head. “I do like the feeling of being sligh...ly drunk from alcohol. Sex is always a great feeling.” “So, you drink often and have a lot of sex?” Solaria asked. “Is that why Gail had a hard time given it up?” Adrian sat back he had to think about his response. “What Gail and I had was great for a while. Humans are, let me start over. Some humans can be stuck in the past, not able to let certain things. This diary entry was written on a saturday morning way back, and it said, took marcus to meet some friends up north. he is sex mad never got there before he was up for it.interesting part of this entry is that they never got there before he was up for it, so what happened. as usual i get myself into position next to M while she fills me in on the detail while i wank.her and marcus were drivimg up north as said, from london to manchester. marcus was a casual boyfriend, black and like M in his. The minute they were on my feet my life was forever changed. It took some time, but eventually I was able to progress from admiring the way they looked on my feet to teetering around on them and eventually walking tall and confident. I mention 'time' because that was the one thing I felt I had. I was a 19 year-old young woman who hadn't blossomed yet. I was 5'10" and 160 pounds and I was losing a pound every week or so. I was hairless. I could apply lipstick. I could walk in heels. I knew that. I decided to not wear the panties under my skirt because I liked the idea of nothing being there and in the way so he could just slip his tongue between my legs with my skirt flipped up.My FWB showed up a little before 11 pm and like a good little fuck I answered the door all dressed up looking exactly how he wanted with a drink in hand. He walked in the door with a smile on his sexy face and immediately pushed me against the wall and with his body pressed up against me gave me a very amazing.