I dragged the popper over her belly and heaving chest and pressed it gently to her lips. Amber inhaled the leathery and musky scent of her arousal. I ...ifted the crop from her lips and brought it down across her right breast without very much force. Amber gasped and turned her body to the left, an instinctive reaction to avoid more pain, and protect herself from harm. “Why did you move, Amber?” I sternly asked her. She quickly re-positioned herself as I had initially instructed and sobbed, “I’m. Well, it was my lower brain doing a lot of the remembering, as well. She could help piece it back together much more accurately than I could alone. I’d still love for her to write her feelings sometime, but that’s another story entirely.Anyway, Michelle helped with this rewrite, hopefully, bringing a little more accuracy into the words.The second reason is a bit more complicated, and I don’t know what it’ll eventually lead to. If you’ve read my other stories, subsequent to this, you know that. This sameness of purpose and activity limits the power difference between the two partners. Sure, one can go top and the other bottom, or you can slap your partner's ass, but in the end you are both "having sex", doing the same thing. In oral sex, on the other hand, there is no doubt that the two partners are engaged in very different activities (one giving and the other receiving) which makes a real difference in power possible. The giver may be submissive (offering pleasure to her/his partner. It must have been in the upper seventies with humidity in the low eighties... that evening was warm and sticky!Anyways, I'm sitting in the apartment that I shared with my dad and my sister, arguing with my horny boy-friend about the idea of having sex outdoors, when he does the one thing that will make me agree to his crazy plan. And no, it wasn't a heavy make-out session where he teased me until I said screw it and gave in. He simply dared me to! I know it seems rather childish looking back.