“I like this. I mean how you’re holding me, mmmmmm.” With that she smiled and felt like holding his arms. No, his hands were not on her breasts ...ut how he was holding her still felt nice. All of a sudden, seeing as she was still warmer then usual, and she did not want to get out of bed with him holding her close to his body, she decided to try easing out of her shorts. She undid them and slowly pushed them down off her without disturbing him as he slept. Down to her ankles, the next step was. We went through the normal check in process, and light small talk, her name was MAry. I put on some light charm, while waiting for the key- really I just wanted to see that soft and sexy smile some more. Each time those dimples went up, I woke up both mentally and physically, blood rushed around me and I felt a little hotter. Gentle heat radiated from me as I reached out to grab the keycard from her hand, I as grabbed it- I slide my finger over hers. With that connection, I saw she was. Strangely enough, this never works out.Cassy: Why? Is it so much better to be a woman?Evelyn: Yes and no. Wearing sentient clothing is quite corrupting. Theyfeel different. Better. It is hard to describe. Adding to that is thefact that almost all female clothing is more pleasurable to wear thanmale clothing. You don't believe me? Compare a necktie to a silken scarf.Rugged flannel shirt to a woolen cardigan. Believe me, it is a universalfact. If society had evolved to a state in which male. Pushing and pulling on each other, like the tug-o-war of desire. As if they were feeding upon one another’s needs and desires, not letting go. The passion felt between them was continuous, through their touch that was so methodical but free. Touching and caressing with the only purpose of pleasing, gratifying each other within each others arms, bodies and souls. They reached a depth of intimacy and lust from within that was surfaced in this moment of desire. She ran her legs and feet up his.