The important thing is creation and support - keeping the machinery of the world clanging along messily and life. Living. There was a joke you learned...when you were a witch: if life is focussed on death, then it is masturbation. If every minute of life is transcendent, then it's fantastic sex. Mark's dad, when he'd been his dad, had chewed this over. Maggie didn't know exactly what happened when you explained this to a boy because she never had; she'd expected to be dismissed. Instead, this all. I walked him to one of those shitty, food-by-the-pound bodegas in the financial district (although one I happened to know brewed counter-culture coffee (I'm not a heathen)), because I didn't want to see anyone either of us knew. More like marched him there really, I walked him as fast as I possibly could, so that by the time we got there he was panting pretty heavily through his nose, and no doubt swallowing a lot of spit that had been brewed in my panties. I wanted to make it hurt, and I was. And I begin taking off her sports bra and tights. Allie has such a nice toned athletic body. Like a track runner. I peel off her underwear and begin kissing and licking her body. She sucks my cock and we fuck. Pretty standard and nothing really life changing except that it was outdoors and it was my girlfriends roommate. As we descend back to the house we have a more sex drived conversation. Allie asks me if me and Sara have done anal. I tell her once or twice but that niether of us are really. He spoke so calmly it was almost sinister, but it sent a rush through me nevertheless. The thought of me pleasuring myself seemed to spur him into action. He forcefully pushed down the zip to his jeans and proceeded to push them down to his knees. He lay back down on top of me, his warm, strong member pushing against my mound. The promise of entry made my muscles clench, hoping to grab on to anything and draw it in for pleasure. He hurriedly tried to push his jeans down his legs in an awkward.