We hate ourselves for being the disgusting faggots that we are, and we desperately want to be "normal," meaning: heterosexual. Sometimes these periods...last only a few days or weeks, other times, months. But we always end up right back at Walmart or Target, buying high heels, short shorts, dresses and skirts, lipstick and other cosmetics, and returning to dressing up and masturbating to internet porn. In my case, I wanted to be "normal" so badly that, when the opportunity arose to marry a. He got between my legs and pushed all the way inside me once again. Once inside me, he didn’t go slow. He began fucking me so hard my tits wouldn’t stay still. I remember fantasizing about tits moving around like mine were and clearly he felt the same way, because whenever he had the chance, he leaned down and grabbed them to keep them still. I orgasmed repeatedly. He kept fucking me until my orgasms seemed to come almost one on top of the other. I was spent. I laid there and took it. The. "Your job?"She giggled at that, and said, "Yeah! Remember, you made me guardian of the gate, or whatever, until you do the "I do" thing. And I take my job seriously!" What job is that, Laurel?" Rob had just come in to the kitchen and heard her last statement.She blushed. Well, I guess we both blushed, at that, and I said, "I think she might be talking about her job at the hospital. Hi sweetie! We were just comin' to wake you up for breakfast. Get a good night's sleep?"He looked at me out of the. There was another door on the opposite side were I guess the meeting attendees had just exited through. A large window looked out at the vastness that was outer space. Oliver had released my hand and I wandered to the window, just staring out at the stars."Were you not able to see the windows in the rooms before?" he asked."There were windows?" I asked."Why didn't you tell me you couldn't see?" he asked, his voice sounded strained."I didn't know I couldn't," I said. "I saw you, Rashad, Iman..