Shouldn’t I be concerned, Sir? What’s happened to me? Did I go from liking sex to needing sex in ever greater forms and quantity?”He was pensi...e. That was affirming to me. He had always been supportive and protective as he challenged me and guided me. He wasn’t discounting my feelings but considering them. He reached his hand out, his fingers stroking my hand. His voice was soft, “Perhaps your reaction now isn’t an indication of requiring greater forms and quantity but, instead, a. As we are talking a guy just sits next to me. I was taken back by the random stranger sitting next to me until she said, this is my husband. Slightly nervous I played it off and shook his hand. On the spot I said her and I knew eachother through mutual friends and I saw her and wanted to say hi. She said you dont have to lie, he knows you are here to fuck me. He didnt say anything but kept his eyes on her. She said isn’t that right bitch. He kept his eyes on her and said yes. I was really taken. ." That long familiar, mewling cry echoes through the cockpit of your AvversTech Solo-Exploration Corvette, dragging a tired grin to your lips as you finally focus on something other than your immediate pleasure. Your own reflection grins back down at you from the partially reflective viewscreen, a leggy, pale beauty with a frame better suited to be on the cover of a human porno magazine. Your pointed ears, half-hidden in your close-cut black hair, and your finely featured face served as almost. Had any of the high school staff, students, or important adults in her life even suspected her fascination with sex and her intention to experience it with an older man, they would have been astounded.Two of her friends were openly sexually active. They talked about how cool going “all the way” was. Having no idea of Ashley’s obsession with sex, they teased her about how naïve and idealistic she was. She never shared with them her passion for romance novels and her obsession with older men, and.