John’s strong arms lifted me over to the large bed and lowered me like I had no earthly weight. We were kissing and I was rubbing against his body l...ke a cat in heat. It was the first time I had ever French kissed. Sorry, I was a nerd. I was so entranced by the whole experience I forgot to breath. It was like we were underwater and I would break the kiss desperately to gasp for oxygen. John laughed lightly in the most amazing and charming way. I had been masturbating and reading porn so much. I would take a few seconds just to look upon you, to take in every detail of your most sacred flesh, the folds of perfect skin - the fullness of your blushed lips - the neatly crafted hair adorning your gorgeous mound - the glaze of erotic excitement catching the light as your pink lips pulse, before I take you inside my mouth, before I run my thick tongue up the length of your labia, before I suck your hood between my lips and expose your electric clitoris to the tickle of my beard. I would. ? I didn't know how much more sexual energy I had left in me so I hurriedlypushed her along the hallway and up the stairs, her bedroom wasn't hard tofind and I followed her in. On a clothes-hangar on the wardrobe was her Traffic-Wardensuniform. ?My God, you're a Traffic Warden.? I cried out with mock astonishment. ?Oh,God I love fucking a woman in uniform, put it on.? At first she just shook her head, and stared sullenly at the ground, but afew swift slaps across her face persuaded her to. M. EDTWhere: My living room.Holding true to my desire to stay naked as long as possible, I was on my sofa, reading the newspaper, idly touching my cock, feathering the tip and veins on the shaft. My fingertips massaged my flesh when I got a text from an ex-girlfriend, Irene. I started thinking of all the wonderful things she and I did together. I savored every second of memory about how she liked every inch of her body to be kissed, especially her back, where I would make figure eights with.