“That is a nice name... Dahlia.” she said softly, putting her hand on my cheek.She took a step closer to me and reached up to kiss me gently on th... lips. It was very uncomfortable having a woman kiss me this way. It was not unpleasant, but it was unnatural and I felt ashamed.I returned her kiss. I did so not out of desire, but only to please her and to avoid further punishment. I felt her tongue gently slide in to my mouth. I was momentarily repulsed, but I quickly got control of myself so as. Immediately you gasp and push back against me, and I know what it is you’re looking for. Within seconds, we’ve fallen into our rhythm, I thrust forward, you thrust backward, and we let the momentum carry us back to the beginning to do it again. No matter how often we make love, it never ceases to be carnal, cerebral, or incredibly loving. My true mate… With my right hand on your hip and my left on your breasts, I growl at you a command. You look back questioningly, but my thrusting is bringing. I slipped on a red dress that hugged my large C-cup breasts and my beautiful ass just the way you liked. I curled my mass of long thick dirty blonde hair you loved to tug on. It was 8:45. Knowing that you’re always fifteen minutes early, I could see you taking a seat at our favorite corner table, the outside one where the warming summer air could mingle between us, just like our lust for one another did. I sat in my closet digging through shoes, trying to find the perfect pair. All my shoes. Herexperience was limited. She was a black haired beautyat the age of 26, with a sweet and sultry voice and akiller body, pale luminescent skin, legs that went onfor days, perfect curves and proportions. All the guyswere interested in her. Heck, even some of the girls came on to her. But shehad kept herself held back. She didn’t want to justmess around. She wanted to follow her religion. Shesaid no to sex and sexuality. It kept her safe, but italso kept her lonely.And this was the.