Tonight was our first official date. She picked me up and took me out to the most beautiful little restaurant in town. I've never been wined and dine... like that before. Private little table to ourselves, candles, wine, and four course meal. She brought me home and kissed me passionately. She knows I haven't been with a woman before so she told me she wanted to take things slow. I was a little disappointed though, while I was getting ready for tonight I had gotten so wet with anticipation of. "If it goes wrong somewhere I'll have to see about thinking of something else to do. I know that it can work, I just don't know exactly how." Well, I hope you can make it work. Bowls and cups take a long time to make and they don't last so long either. If these made out of mud from the river will work they should be much easier than days and days of carving and polishing a cup out of wood," Shaeta said."They will be even easier than you think, and more useful too, if I can get it right. Cups. I had taken a class on hairdressing once and they said that an oval shape was the most desirable. As if they could quantify desire! Personally, my favorite was the kind of face which they termed 'heart-shaped' with a bit-longer chin, enough to make it lose that annoying perfection. Definitely, Anita had a heart-shaped face, but that was not quite it. I stared at her eyes - blue and fierce, her hair - curled up in a fashion which I'm soon about to change, her eyebrows - yummily lickable, her. He then thumps the clamp on my left nipple and that makes me draw in a sharp breath. Bending over he bites hard just above my breast on my chest. I let out a little cry.. THat is going to leave a mark. I know it . He reaches between my legs again. I feel something cold and hard on my thigh . I am not sure what it is but it is now on my labia and it is being rubbed up and down my wet slit. My body is warming the cold steal of what I now realize is a mag light flash light. I remember it being on.