Ditto for those who call me a racist; you will get another seventy or so interracial stories.Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of th...se because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories were hard asses. "In real life men are more forgiving, especially if it is the first indiscretion.". He didn’t even know her name. He had just shut his door when he looked up over the roof of the Camaro and saw her walking towards him, her piercing blue eyes, which he remembered so well standing out over everything that he could see. Her cute baby face had a cute little smile on it as she said, “So you found me huh?” He felt like he dressed well after seeing her short skirt, showing off her tan muscular legs, and her white tank top that accented her 36-C boobs oh so well. The top holes of. He waited expectantly for me to begin undressing but I shook my head,"No not this time Andrew, tonight we're doing it my way" No" he shouted, "No, you know how I like my sex, come on get undressed, but leave your panties on to gag me with" That's just it Andrew, I DO know how you like your sex, but do you know how I like mine?"He looked at me blankly, he really didn't have a clue about my wants or needs and I don't think he ever did!"I think we'll watch a film first and I'm going to have a. Many of the losses he had suffered…losses he didn’t even remember…had faded to irrelevancy. Who he’d been, what he’d done, where he was from…he accepted these losses. What upset him now, as much as ever, was the question of love. He’d gone on very few dates, always feeling disconnected or like he was wronging somebody important to him. It always ended chaste, even when the young lady made it clear that it didn’t have to. He always slept alone, and always sensed the absence of another. Someone.