He had pictured a modern loft, with hard lines and metal accents, not this picturesque vision of homey comfort. He shrugged off his curiosity as he b...unded up the steps. Their relationship, if you could call it that, was based on sex. Nothing more and nothing less. She, according to her online profile and their typed conversations, wanted to explore her most private of fantasies. The desires that dwell within the heart, but which are rarely ever expressed. Perhaps, as he thought on it, the. As her kisses explore my neck and her hands move down. I pull her lips to mine and kiss her deeply she moans as she melts into the kiss. I lean her back into the couch as we explore each other. She begins to unbutton my shirt and I caress her lovely braless breasts. Her nipples forming little tents in the fabric. She explores my erection as I unbutton her blouse. She captures my cock with her lips taking me deep into her mouth."Shall we move this into the bedroom?" Oh God, yes. Take me to your. I looped a finger into the elastic sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her thighs. She had a small, thin, closely cropped and a well-manicured landing strip that pointed the way to her love box. After stepping out of her jeans and her panties, she asked if everything looked okay.I told her that I hadn’t come prepared for a sexual encounter and asked if she had any condoms.“No,” she replied, “but I am on the pill and . . . .”She paused and I waited for the rest of the. ”“Oh, yeah, that’d be--” said Amanda.“Unnecessary”, I said. “You have to get used to speaking up for yourself.”“But Fiona?”“But nothing”, I said, firmly.Syl’s offer was well-meant, but Amanda needed to stop depending on others for things like this. She nodded, and I was happy to see I still held sway over her after all that had happened. It seemed she hadn’t been put off by knowing I loved her, and she didn’t take me for granted, either. No harm done, as far as I could see.“You’re too hard on.