I traced his eyelids, then his eyes, his nose, the cleft between his nose and then I followed the contour of his lips. He opened them and I kissed him...deep. My tongue playing a duet with his. I put all the passion into that kiss that I could. He reached up to touch me and I reminded him this was my show. He smiled and put his hand back onto the bed. I kissed across his forehead ever so slowly, then to each eye, down his nose to his lips. I used my tongue to trace the outline of his lips. He. Then again I’m biased.I contradict myself because I think right now emphasizing equality for those who received it in the LBGT remains essential. I stand on a fence between two sides of grass, looking down and saying both seem good, why decide, but then again this is my nature. There must be so much progress made before we can get to that point that everyone just automatically assumes people are people.Only writing the wake of our victory in personhood, I want to reach back across the aisle and. Sometimes Mark would come round with his friends and their wives and partners to enjoy the spectacle of me being ball-busted. Sometimes my little bedsit room was full with up to 15 people enjoying me being kicked and kneed in the groin, spat at, laughed at, punched in the face. During one evening someone shouted out we should really crush one of his balls, I smiled and said "yes please". So the following week it was all set and full crowd of 15 (men and women) came to watch the show. After the. We had both popped a few times already, so neither of us was coming soon, but Rosie was. Oh my god, was she. I've never told you this Sylvia, I swear I'm not homosexual, but Bruno and I were out of our minds. We were kissing and rubbing our boners together inside Rosie, fucking her as hard as we could go. We were all hot and sweaty and bumping into each other. When we came, we pumped our loads into her, but still soaked that bed so much that three days later, we had to throw the mattress away..