I could’ve been wrong, but I wasn’t ready to find out. I knew at that moment I wasn’t ready to be what you wanted…what you deserved. You dese...ved someone who could be completely yours in every way. I spent the years after we broke up working on that part of me. Working on being willing to suffer discomfort for someone I love. I have also fought back the fear ofbeing ruled by desire. I know I have made progress, but right now I am enjoying time with myself. And I’ve made peace with it being. Laura was my first proper girlfriend, and I was so proud to have been going out with her for nearly a whole year - the sex was amazing and she loved wearing sexy, revealing lingerie so I was in heaven whenever she decided it was time to take off her clothes. Laura's underwear drawer, for me, was a sight to behold - nothing in there left much to the imagination and I found it all to be very, very sexy and very, very arousing. Sexy sheer thongs, lacy French knickers and tight little g-strings. Her doting parents were much pleased with their handsome daughter with her natural curls and her budding bosom. At the beginning of this month she had passed her 18th birthday with a party celebrated with much gusto and the eating of a beautiful cake that was covered with the whitest icing ever seen in the entire district.Her bath was always drawn by Mistress Sophia an attractive widow with a fine figure for a woman of thirty odd years. Fanny never minded stripping off all of her clothes. Not just the lips but the entire region in proximity to her lips were wet with ‘our’ saliva.“I know that you are enjoying whatever we are doing here. Do you?” she asked back as her left index finger moved near her lips swiping the wet saliva and she then moved the wet finger in her mouth and licked the wet fluid on using her lips and gulped. The whole scene was seductive.“Yeah of course I am,” said I, “Do you?”“Yeah,” she said and that was the answer. I was allowed to reciprocate.You see, after.