It felt right having him there, he filled the space between my legs so perfectly that I couldn’t understand how I ever lived without it. Then, with...ut a warning our mouths met, barely giving me the chance to breathe. I loved it when he took charge and acted in ways I didn’t anticipate, because that was when I forgot to think. His tongue was doing some interesting things too, traveling further down my mouth than usual. I didn’t expect to like it, not at all. I had always kept my tongue mostly. I wore a rather simpleoutfit: black underwear, a plain black dress, dark pantyhose and threeinch heels. I adored the feel of these clothes and spent my timereveling in them. That evening I watched an old movie with some rather steamy scenes. I,of course, fantasized that I was playing the female lead. When she waskissed, I caught myself being short of breath. I was rather surprisedat my reaction. Being accepted as a woman was one thing. Acting andthinking like a woman was a natural step,. She opened the top of her robe, removed her arms from its sleeves, and placed his palm upon a bare nipple. She grunted when her soft flesh was forcefully gripped by his fingers. Fear shouted through them. The man raised his head for a moment. His mouth would have expressed the plea that filled his eyes but another fit took his frame. Coughing and flailing, his body kicked stones and twigs across the hillside, but the woman did not flinch when his fingers cut into her tit. His hand fell away and. She finally mustered up the courage to tell me, and with me being from the Bible belt, I was almost unprepared for the answer. She told me, with sorrowful eyes, that she felt that I was getting close, only to a broken heart, because she felt that she was too wild for my tastes. Her tastes were something that I might hate her for. I immediately asked if she was gay. If this was the problem, then she need not worry! But she shook her head. She told me that the best way for her to explain this was.