But, the question was How to do? I tried a lot. But nothing happened. It actually happened when I was in Second year of college.Here it’s my 2nd exp...rience of sharing my love making journey. You are now very aware that I call it ‘love making’ and not sex, as you people normally call it. Yes, I consider it love making. Whatever and whenever I did such things I did with lots of interest and feeling for the opposite side and fully loving her. In response to my last story many people thanked me for. An exhibitionist, you said with a devious smile. Oh, that look, accompanied by the twinkle in your eye as you suggested we go out dancing or, to be precise, that I go down to the club and that, perhaps, you’ll follow. I can feel your eyes on me from time to time. It’s exhilarating. I’m pretty sure the guys think I’m flirting with them, but I’m not. I’m flirting with you, even though you’re invisible. You are the one I’m putting the show on for when I shake my ass and tits. You are the one who. After the door closed I started hyperventilating. I tried to calm down. Nothing seemed to work until I heard footsteps coming towards my room. Then I forced myself to at least act calm.He took my hand and said, “Everything is clear my precious lady.”My precious lady? Why did that sound familiar. He took me through the house and would tell me the two times we came to a staircase and whenever we would need to turn. Then I felt the coldness of the linoleum flooring. I heard some things being. He finally came down and saw me. I pretended to be busy reading a magazine. The next thing I knew, he had my pants down around my knees, was holding me down on the table and I was being raped. This wasn't the romantic encounter I'd imagined. The only sound he made during the whole thing was some grunting as he came inside me.It was all over before I knew it. Wes backed up from me, pulled his shorts up and stumbled out the side door as if he was drunk. I heard him throw up right after the screen.