On the subject of nudity and sex, before college I’d had a few boyfriends and we’d done all the things that teenagers do, but I never got serious,...or ‘in love’ with any of the boys. Once my mother realised that I was ‘active’, she took me to the doctors and after a very personal examination I went home with an implant in my arm and I haven’t had a period since.Back to my first date with Nathan, my nipples weren’t the only protruding parts of me that his hands found that night, from the open top. I hear and read stories about people getting ridiculously lucky, having their wildest fantasies fulfilled. It just doesn't happen to me though. I love my boyfriend and our relationship. He is my best friend and I'd do nearly anything to make him happy (within reason), but there is a split part of my mind that doesn't stay true to him. Half of me is all for dick and getting banged until I scream. The other half wanders into the other gender, delving into thoughts that were planted years ago with. So I agreed, temporarily, and we went into supper. Essie and Missy were in the kitchen when we sat down, and it appeared they were having words of some kind, although Essie was doing most of the talking. Suddenly Essie hauled off and smacked Missy across the face, then again and again. Finally they stopped, and, both picking up a bowl, entered the dining room. Missy’s face was bright red where Essie had hit her, and she was crying. Each brought her bowl over and stood next to us, as if. "John and the girls continued to struggle against their handcuffs and gags. John desperately trying to convey the fact that he wasn't a lesbian or a terrorist. The rest of the group because they knew what conditioning meant, even if John didn't. It was widely known in the lesbian community what happened there. Repeated rape by male guards, drugs and psychotropics, subliminal messages and various other techniques to get lesbians converted to loving dick."Just to let you all know, Dixon is.