I could feel his tongue tenderly push in and almost inadvertently, my tongue touched him. “Hello gorgeous” he whispered.“My Greek God talks” ...y mind answered him.“Are you my beautiful angel?” he said inaudibly.I’ve heard these pick-up lines before, but they had never sounded as erotically as this time. I wanted to speak but I took his arms and pulled him into myself and kissed his lips. I could feel my sex wanting him badly as his arms cradled me in a stillness of ageless love and he kissed me. Are your nipples sore, my dear? I’m sorry, I did have to pinch them once or twice, didn’t I? Would you like Bradley to use the ice on them? Here, Bradley, would you mind? Bradley has been very nice to you tonight, hasn’t he? I think you should kneel and thank him for disciplining you so thoroughly...oh, and ask him if he’d like you to suck his cock as a reward. Very prettily said, my dear. Now, if you’re not too tired I’d like you to stand bent at the waist again but with your legs. She’d read somewhere in her studies that there was a measurable inbuilt instinctive reaction to danger among human beings to combat it with promiscuity. Wars and other disasters statistically produced baby booms. Wasn’t there was even a well documented case study of a sudden surge in the population of New York City exactly nine months after a major power cut had blacked out the city for thirty six hours? The thought brought a new smile to her face. It was statistically very likely that there. The was no real middle ground, I thought. But maybe there truly was, maybe not. “One taste of cum and you are a cocksucking faggot for life” one video said. I like girls! I’m a man! I’m big and strong, how can I be a faggot!?! I thought. So confused.I had no idea. People come in all shapes and sizes and all forms of sexual identity. Why should I be any different? Why should I fight my feelings and be so torn? Why should I be so confused? Why should I have to choose?Kara was so gorgeous, just.