Just another bloke who sat in chat rooms and made no secret of what he likes. It was easier that way. Sit around and wait for people who'd read my pro...ile and understood my tastes to happen along.She came along. Simple as that. I was chatting to a woman who may have been a man pretending to be a woman who desired a Gorean relationship, and I was bored. I'd made my views clear, but it was a quiet afternoon and there was nothing else going on. So when the stranger PM'd me and asked if my profile. Then she began to slide up and down and up and down first slowly and carefully, then faster and harder and deeper and faster until she was in a fucking frenzy rocking back and forth and sideways, rolling around, grinding her clitoris as hard and fast as she could against his pelvic bone. The more excited she became the more pleasure he derived from the ride she was giving him. She fucked better than her mother and the escort. After she came three times, she got off him, quickly kissed him and. It was a lover from my past. The only female lover I have ever had. Heather and I had been room mates our freshman year at college. We had gotten to know each other quite well during that year. I had never thought until meeting her that I had any bisexual feelings. She had changed all that. After spending a night with her, we had gone on to have a year long relationship. Not exclusive, I still had a boyfriend as did she. We just had fun together and with our boyfriends. It had lasted until I. Ug. Would it have been so hard for him to discuss this with me first? It would have required waking me up fifteen minutes earlier than he had. I would not have hit him over seven forty-five in the morning. Four in the morning, possibly, but not seven forty-five. And here I thought Ty was actually beyond adolescence. Forty minutes later, I walk out into the living room squeaky clean and ready to tackle a loan officer. But first, I have to tackle the sprawling bodies all over the living room. .