She parked right outside the electronic glass doors so I didn’t have that far to walk. I noticed how she was eyeing me even though her eyes were hid...en behind those big, funky sunglasses of hers. I felt her eyes touch every exposed skin of my body – even the ones hidden from view. Instantly I felt my pussy cream – and I wasn’t wearing panties, dammit! “You better quit looking at me like you want to take me right here, right now,” I told her as soon as I slipped into the passenger’s seat. . . please.” I said a little bit more innocently.“Okay”We walk into my and I start lighting candles that just smell awesome. I sat on my bed motioning him to sit next to me. He walks over slowly, he looks frighten by the mood of the room changing. “Is this a joke Jason, because if this is you’re pretty much a dick if it is.” He said sounding angry and hurt. Shit. He really likes me. Act cool Jason. I pulled at his arm to bring him closer and then pulled his ear to my mouth and whispered in his. It can be very demeaning, though, and I don't think that's good T*.(ehayes) So what makes bad T*/good writing? How can good writing be demeaning?(PJ) My questions too!(Julie) Don't you mean demeaning for the character?(Brandy) I think stories that show no respect for characters who have not been evil, is demeaning. If we show that lack of respect for T* characters, then the whole T* experience is denigrated.(Julie) Here Here!(Bashful) I agree Brandy.(*Wendy-J) Bash has to agree with a lot of. I did notice that Ansa had a lovely complexion.Ansa was staring at the new switched off TV looking a little lost as Andrew and I were looking at each other, I moved my arm so it rested nicely across Ansa’s shoulders, moving his face to face me I leaned in and kissed him, his lips were so soft, as I kissed him I noticed he had shut his eyes, as we kissed my right hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh.Five minutes went by when Andrew turned him to face him and did the same also feeling his.