I looked down again and sighed. The size was a big change of course, but more than that, I felt heavy. As a pixie, I could lift off, fly around the ro...m, or hover in the corner with no effort at all. Now though, it was as if I was glued to the ground. Merely walking across the room, while not tiring exactly, seemed like so much effort. I had to concentrate on each step, moving one leg, then the other. Getting around was never so much work!On top of that, I was, well, a man! I had never really. For one thing, sex wasn't really a big part of our life together as a couple. We were certainly affectionate with each other, but rarely had she and I had intercourse---and I was perfectly fine with this. In fact, my preferred method of sexual release (then, and now) was porn (interracial) and masturbation.Typically, after Mara had gone to bed, I'd stay up later watching porn, as well as masturbating until I ejaculated sometime near the end. For me (and I'm sure few will understand this), that. He had used something similar to the bow in his own timeline and had managed to get a decent sound from the guitar, but he was a confirmed traditionalist so he opted for the pick, or plectrum.Scott looked for the lead socket on the guitar and couldn't find one. He assumed the guitar was wireless and turned his attention to the amplifier and cabinet. These too were different, more high-tech. He strummed the guitar to check its tuning, expecting to have to work on it a little. To his surprise it. She sucked the head between her lips for a moment and then sat back up, smiling."Just try and stop me, Steve Calvin. Just try.' She kissed his lips. They went on eating and soon the dessert and coffee were almost gone."Steve, ' Sara resumed, "we need to make some ground rules. I mean, I assume you're going to fuck anyone who'll let you — that you're interested in — the way you do now. And the same goes for me. Is there anything I need to know about, that you won't stand for? What might I do.