But I knew I could cum. It was many years after that, until I had sex again. And it just wasn't like it was when I first had sex, when I had sex with ...omeone I cared about. Though I thought I could really care about this person. The sad thing is that this outlook on love and sex is feminine in itself. The masculine sexuality is objectifying in itself. And the paradox to this is equal in my alternative view of my gender. Isn't fetishizing wearing womans clothes materialistic? I feel like our. She explained, "Sorry, I just got home and didn't have time to change." Go ahead if you wish," I said, even though I was enjoying her look I knew it would be hard to not be hard as a rock when she was massaging me if I constantly saw her feet in nylons."No, no," she shrugged, "It's already ten." Okay," I shrugged, both excited and nervous at the idea of her being in nylons while she massaged me."Plus," she added, as she began walking to the stairs, "I know how much you like stockings."My eyes. I kissed one breast while my hand caressed her other. She sighed deeply as her nipple disappeared into my mouth. I suckled lightly causing her to gasp."Jake?" whispered Zoe.I looked up at her and smiled."If you take too long, I won't have enough time to do you," whispered Zoe."That's the idea," I whispered. I winked at her and suckled her other nipple.After sucking on Zoe's nipple to the point that her breathing became ragged, I kissed down her tummy, towards the promised land. I could already. ‘Was it the same dream, Annabel?’ The question was hardly a question any longer, it was just something of a habit after these three years, a question to be asked for paperwork’s sake and nothing more. Annabel slowly nodded. Her voice soft as she answered the other as yet, unasked questions, ‘No, I didn’t see anymore than normal. Just heard those voices. Asking the same questions they always do.’ She softly sighed as she dipped her head down slowly, her blue eyes taking in the stark whiteness of.