White silk shirt open a tad more daring than I would normally allow. With each small gesture the silk runs over my smooth skin. My nipples rise to mee... the cool breeze that floats by us. The Muse smiles, seeing I am not wearing anything under that soft graceful pure shirt. He knows I did this for him, thinking of this exact moment when the breeze would cool the material causing my female essence to rise through and towards him. Dinner ordered slowly, each course an experience of divine sensual. If he couldn't accept what I was about to tell him, then no one would. Somehow, saying it to him in game seemed more real to me than any of the conversations I'd had in person with counselors over the years. "He got me off last night." WTF? Say that one more time?"I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "He got me off last night and I don't think I've ever been more turned on." With a devastating blow to the Ettin's head, I said, "I'm gay and the biggest bully I've ever met is the guy that I. As her thighs closed convulsively around my head, I knew that she was in the grip of a climax and that the abundant liquid that she kept pouring into my mouth was the result of her pleasure. Naturally, as her climax shook her body, I couldn't prevent my own body from being seized in the grip of convulsions also. By the time she stopped shaking and the pressure around my head decreased, I was half way through with my own climax and what an experience it was. I must have poured a quarter of a cup. I hadn’t realized how high my anxiety had been until it was broken wide open. Those light footsteps on the stairs might as well have been a giant monster lumbering after me, such was my reaction. So, when the young girl who had come down the stairs rounded the corner and stood in the doorway, all she saw was me sitting on the toilet, clutching my chest and breathing deep with my eyes closed and my head tilted to the ceiling. “Umm sorry, I didn’t realize you were using...” She said, awkwardly..