He debated whether to put his cards on the table or walk away in hopes of another meeting. He quickly decided to find a middle zone. “Mind if I stay...here? I’m pretty fucked up.” “No man, that’s cool, you can stay on the couch.” Joe felt a mix of satisfaction and disappointment at being offered to stay but not in the bed of the man he lusted after. “Sure I can’t sleep with you?” asked Joe. Craig laughed. “How did I know that was coming?” Embarrassed by his obvious intentions Joe looked to. What was really annoying is that I knew that he liked me to be dominant in our love making. The problem was that he started reading some stuff in a woman's magazine of all places that said that men who let women control their lovemaking are secretly homosexual.Maybe David did have some gender issues. He was violently homophobic, and that always made me wonder, but I think he was at most bi. He was sort of a geeky type who grew up, but he was really bumbling and awkward when it came to sex. . She gasped at the intense erotic sensation. She knew what she wanted now, and she intended to get it."Uhhhh, I'm John," the young man answered, standing frozen, unsure of what to do with this crazy half-naked goddess standing in front of him."Well John, I think you had better clean me up, as my boyfriend asked." Paula giggled and placed her hand on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes for a moment. She loved eyes, they were so expressive. John's showed confusion, delight, and lust.Paula's. I never went on any dates, just because I never seemed to be the girl any guy wanted, but I always very revved up. The slightest passing thought in class would get my pussy wet and I would sit among all my friends trying to get myself as far as I could without a single one noticing. And that was just in high school. In college, I knew way more people were having sex. The people in the room next door always had someone over, and they rarely attempted to cover their sounds. Which always meant.