This is my specialty. Without warning, I pound into you. One hard, fast, forceful thrust that rocks you and forces you to press your entire mouth agai...st the woman's cunt. Slowly out again, forcefully in again. Over and over. This is how I want to fuck you senseless. With each thrust, you cry out and are forced back into the pussy in front of you. In a way, I'm fucking both of you. Soon enough, I feel your body tighten around me, your pussy clamping onto my dick. Your body shudders, you cry. My tells are nearly invisible. You have to play me a very long time before I let you see even the false ones. I tried to push my face into its blankest most neutral state as I spied the privy door swing open. I’m positive I failed. To go from seeing so little of Marva to seeing so much of her at once with no interval was like striding from the Arctic winter to the Equatorial Summer in a matter of seconds. My partner for this venture was essentially naked. A thin strip of black cloth barely. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Carla and I shared a table at suppertime (an uninspiring Welsh vegetarian version of shepherd’s pie, followed by treacle tart with runny custard). We lingered over our milky coffees until the dining room was all but deserted. “Are you going to chance tomorrow morning’s opening session?” Carla asked.“Remind me what the theme is?”“’How the Bible has influenced modern short story writing’. It’s being given by a local vicar.” She gave a wry half-smile and tipped her head to one side. Heidi often refers to me,when she is with her friends or lovers, as 'Chrissie the sissy', which Ifind a bit hurtful.To be honest, it would be disingenuous of Heidi to describe me as herhusband, which would imply that I was still 100% male and there was somesort of sexuality in our relationship. Nor would it be appropriate forher to say I am her wife. Given that our sex life only lasted a fewmonths subsequent to our marriage and, during that time, it was fairlyinfrequent given that she had other.