One of the dangling ends of her thick silk blindfold was manipulated and she caught her breath and hopelessly giggled in only a manner that a defeated...person can manage. A tear rolled down her cheek as the soft end of the obscuring fabric trailed it's way down her frail clavicle to caress the outer edge of her heaving bosom.Small centripetal circles became even tighter and every cycle brought that trailing sensuous material closer to her aching areolas with their tiny jutting pins thrusting up. He leaned against the glass door, “Like this?” he asked. I got my camera, set a chair on the balcony and framed him; then I began my work, arranging the towel around him discreetly, but provocatively. His face was already into the emotions and he portrayed a sexy photo-model easily as I snapped off some frames, re-arranging him as I wanted, holding his hips while I swiveled him into position, and feeling thrilled at the touch wherever my hands rested on his body. I got back to work until. .", and I have been known to embellish at times, but no... I had landed right where I wanted to.On this day the ages of the two professionals whose job it was to protect me from cancer and look at my penis were approximately 37 and 19. This chick may have been 20 at best, but you get the picture. The curly dark haired doctor was just fucking super hot, too. As much as with most females I see in public, and more so because of the inaccessibility of beautiful women, my mind went from one lewd. Maybe I'm just chicken. (Probably the latter.) I'm not sure if I've ever even wondered, "Should I say I love you first?" because like the best-when-fried poultry item that I am akin to, there's just no way I would take the plunge first.Plunge? That sounds awful. (FWIW, I am in therapy to deal with my fears around intimacy.) Saying "I love you" is not a plunge; it's a god damn beautiful declaration. If you are in a relationship and you want to say "I love you" — assuming it's not two dates in —.