I want to, but I'm afraid." You can have the downstairs apartment and when you get tired of me, I'll help you move to a more suitable place, if you li...e. Of course you may call me back. I wanted you to have the choice. It's a big decision. I want to keep you." I will have to think about it. I'm scared and tempted. When I left, you didn't say anything about getting back together. I thought you were letting me down easy." Never. You are in my life. Think about it carefully, sweetheart. Call me. Lust isn't love, but it is in the equation, motivation for resource expenditure. These traits are superficial learned behaviours, which have been successful to some degree or other since the first monkey started walking on her hind limbs, to keep one hand free to hold her infant, with love. Sex is just another resource to be aquired, without love, or a tool to use to gather resources.It has always been all about lust and power- control over others, slavery, control of resources through. I then found a couple of dresses and skirts, and tried them on also.At some point I realized that the thought and fear of getting caught in these clothes increased the intensity of my orgasms, and I would do various things to heighten these feelings. One of the stupidest being to insert a 12 inch knife, point up, into the ground a few feet from a swing tied to a tree, and jump from the swing over the knife while in the skirts. Luckily I had no accidents and no one saw me outside in feminine. I could sensethat someone was standing in front of me but I was too weak to lift my head.I felt my hair being grabbed as someone pulled my head into the air. My jawfell open from pure exhaustion. Before I knew what was happening someone hadpushed his cock into my mouth. I could feel hands spreading the cheeks of mybum. It felt like they were trying to split my ass in half. I knew the reasonthey were pulling my ass so wide; someone was pushing into my ass hole. Itfelt like they were trying to.