“Sometimes I like to sit on the outside of the party when it gets too over stimulating, and just watch all of the drunken interactions.”“Mind if...I sit up there, and join you?” Oh she had no idea just how much I’d like that.“Shurr, it was getting a bit lonely anyway.”I extended my hand down to help her up. Her touch is electrifying. Literally. We shocked each other’s hands on contact. She rubbed her finger, then pouted up at me. “Haha, let’s try this again. Hand me your drink?” I placed her. After getting ready to go I checked myself out in the mirror and you really couldn’t see anything as long as I didn’t bend over too far. I do wish I could run without my bra on, but with my boobs I would probably knock myself out with them. Off I went, I walked to to the park entrance – it being midweek there was no one around. At the park, I started to jog on my favorite trail that leads to “my place”. What a great feeling it was just jogging along thinking about all those erotic things. She purred in my arms, as I softly soaped between her legs and up inside her as far as my fingers would go without doing any serious work. Clean, fresh, and dry, we cuddled our way back into sleep and rested comfortably until nearly ten A.M.Cassandra apparently awakens in a good mood.She was up and already dancing around the room by the time I opened my eyes, and as soon as she saw them she pounced. "Hey, sleepyhead! Get up. You'll sleep your life away this way. Let's get this show on the road. ”I hustled out, feeling embarrassed. ‘The kind I justwatched’ involved men being assfucked by women. That’snot the kind of behavior you talk to other men about,especially strangers.I caught the bus back to the airport and thenconnected to the hotel shuttle. I considered why Ifelt embarrassed to embrace my sexuality. Whyshouldn’t I be happy to talk about the pleasures ofstrap-on sex? It felt damn good. It was heterosexual.In the realm of sexual behaviors, it was.