First, I’m a guy; second, I spent four years in the Navy. Of course I’ve watched porn—probably not as much as some of the others, but I watched...my share, why?”“I wish my boobs were bigger like some of those porn actresses. They’re too small. I want you to love them.” I silenced her with a long sloppy kiss before replying. “Lucy, you will never hear me complain about your breasts. I think they’re beautiful…just like you. You have a slender narrow frame and you’d look ridiculous with huge. It didn't matter what. But just now, I realized how desperate she was to fulfill her need to have someone and how willing she was to put her inexperience behind, to assure me I'd have with her anything I'd want from a woman.Even after rapidly considering the implications of what she suggested, I was in awe. What more a guy like me could expect from life? I was on the opposite side of the same equation, eager to have that someone I could possess as a whole. Who would suit me better than that. The occupation I was pursuing isn’t relevant, so I will not elaborate on it. My intention here is to share my sexual adventures with likeminded adults, like yourself, so I will not bore you with the irrelevant. I had broken things off with “Spankie, my first submissive girlfriend” (See story for details.) and was making a fresh start on life. What life I had anyway. You see, for those of you who did not read about my sexual exploits with Spankie, I had been misdiagnosed with Lou Gerrig’s. I pulled her shirt off. I stared at her small tits, which were still concealed by her red bra. “I know they’re not as big as Kaitlynn’s, but are they nice?” Emma asked me. “Yes, they are. Don’t worry, Emma, your body is amazing,” I soothed her. Emma and I stood still for a moment, both unsure about what to do next. I decided to pull off my shirt. After I did, Emma still didn’t know what to do. I walked over to her. Emma just watched me, not moving a muscle. “Emma?” “Yes?” she said, still.