He continued to walk towards hishouse and watched as the man stood up and smiled. He's so handsome,Frankie thought. At that moment, Frankie decided to...be brave and daring. He decided toseize the moment and be something that he had only fantasized about. He knew what he was going to do and he knew he was going to do it now.Bruce stood up and reached out to hug Frankie. Even though Frankie wasstill in his boy garb, he moved close to receive the hug and a kiss fromBruce. Frankie felt good inside. And what makes up that shell? Imagery. Nobody wants to read about just ‘two bodies fucking’, they want to see what the characters are seeing – feel what they are feeling. Imagery does not occur on the writer’s page; it occurs in the reader’s mind. The reader wants their characters to be real and human which is why imagery is, without question, the most important part of any story. There are only two and a half ways to have sex, and there's nothing you can do about that. It is the images you. It was finally time to complete the ritual.He climbed back up and gave her one final sensual kiss. “Take me now please.” She panted softly. She spread her legs wide and he placed the tip on her cunt. “I love you.” He whispered just before sticking it in. He pushed in slowly causing her to squirm. He reached her hymen and knew that she was not going to like it. He held down her arms. “This will all be over soon.” He pushed in as hard as he could and he felt her hymen burst. She let out a ear. And of course could take our time through the evenings and luxuriate in the foreplay and sex; naturally our performance with each other quickly improved; that’s the good thing about practice. We stayed in a very nice motel. Our room had a small balcony that overlooked a lovely garden with a sauna room tucked away in one corner, a swimming pool and spa. The balcony was a great spot to have a pre-dinner drink together in the evenings as the sun went down. It was on our third evening there that we.