But imagining it and experiencing it for real are two different things. I’m nervous. What if I don’t have what it takes to handle him this way. Ho...ever, I want to, so desperately want to make him proud of me. Moreover, sensing this energy in him arouses me beyond belief. My insides shiver and my sex is clenching. He points to the floor. “Kneel!” The one word is filled with command. His gaze is ominous, foreboding, telling of things to come. Quickly I obey, dropping to my knees in front of. So used to the journey was he, that Lyle often acted asif on autopilot, his body moving like a robot along its well-known path,allowing his mind to wander to other things.It wasn't a long journey, but he had to change trains at Oxford Circus,and that meant having to brave the crowds drawn to London's biggestshopping street. The mix of busy commuters, browsing shoppers and gapingtourists made for quite a bit of friction as the express-way streams oflocals going about their daily business. We love each other,” Steve said. “Damn right, now kiss me,” I replied. Then we kissed each other yet again. "You really thought I wanted to stop fucking you?" I asked. "Well maybe I just took it out of context. But I know what you meant now," Steve replied. "You are a dummy though," I said. "Be nice," Steve replied. We just cuddled for a few more minutes. As we always did we stayed together, kissed and told each other we loved each other as well. Our sex sessions were pretty much just like. ”“I’m feeling good.”“I could take you doggy-style, if you like. That might be more comfortable for you.”“No, I want to see you, to feel your weight on me, your chest against my teats, your breath on my cheek.” She wrapped her legs more tightly around him.“You are a romantic.”“I talk too much. Does that bother you?”“Not at all. I’m about ready. Men don’t last very long the first time either. It’s tight. We have to learn to pace ourselves. From experience.”“It looks like I’m going to get a lot of.