Their lips found each other naturally, the taste of clean water and heating passion a mesmerising swirl between them. Her hands discovered him as if s...e had to make sure each inch, each stretch of skin was unharmed, untouched by violence. He let her, so counter his normal nature, he remained completely passive under her hands, even though there was no doubt he was a willing participant. She loved the taste of water on his skin, the way the taut muscles spanning his chest twitched under her. As I've had sex with girls less often, and only sparingly shared my sexual fantasies with them, those moments feel special, and very powerful to me. Regardless of gender though, a passionate mate, whom I can connect with, turns my simple moments of self-pleasure into something far more satisfying.Writing stories like this isn't much different than those online liaisons. Oh, yes. It's only a one way dialog, but I assure you, I become just as aroused and wet when I'm writing a good story as I do. But they couldn't even make it to the topbefore Will pushed Zac against the wall and started kissing him as theguys groped each others' bulging packages. Will pulled down Zac'sjocks as Zac kicked them off to the bottom of the stairs. Will pulledthe front of his jocks just down far enough to release his cock overthe top of waistband and guided Zac down onto the steps. Will thenpushed Zac's legs open, getting in between them as he sucked Zac's nowfully erect 9 inch dick, while jerking his own. The shopat least I think thats what they call itwas pretty much as I expected. Filled with crystal balls, tea leaves that were said to be ideal for interpreting the future and a wide variety of other overpriced items that in my opinion were nothing more than a total and utter waste of money. The fortune teller was exactly as I pictured her. At least for the most part. The clothes she wore seemed to belong to a gypsy and the way her makeup had been applied gave her an almost comical appearance..