The promise of sex might carry a lot more weight than the actual thing. Saying something like "you really make me want you so badly, we have to stop. ... don't know you that well yet", may have him want you more, and then HE'LL make the first move soon. If he takes you to bed tonight because you look desirable, what happens when he meets someone MORE desirable. Then you say, "go down on him". That's pretty casual talk about real personal sex. I KNOW it's safer than fucking, but it does nothing. Leah wasn't quick and fumbled uselessly until her pants rested around her ankles at the floor. No one was left in the room except for the two of them."I...I was joking, Donald. Please, just let me go. I swear I won't bother you again." Her voice cracked, regrettably attempting to apologize for the past five years. She trembled, bent clear over the table as he fingered her dripping slit through the flimsy garment, sheathing her sex."Then tell me. Why the fuck are you so damn wet?" he shouted. I met her sixteen months ago, over the internet. We frequented the same chat rooms, both standing on the threshold of gender transition. After a few months of correspondence, we met for lunch. It's funny how well you can get to know someone through her written word. By the time I met her face-to-face, I knew she was not the man her body reflected.We were both married, and both struggling with the pain we would cause in coming out to our spouses. My disclosure was less shocking, as I'd told my. I slid my hands up and down, and twisted them gently around as he letout a moan of pleasure. I let his dick out of my mouth and let my tongueslide down to his balls, which were also huge, and silky smooth. Therewas nothing small about this man. A hand slid up to touch his rock hardab muscles and feel his smooth, tanned skin. As I licked his balls andlooked up at him, I slowly took one of his balls right into my mouth andheld it there for a second. He let out a sigh of pleasure and grabbed.