She'dshown me her viewing room the day I panicked when she seemed toleave me alone and bound. I had been so upset, so frightened,that she had sacrifi...ed that secret, which I am sure she deriveda lot of pleasure from, for my peace of mind. I think I fellirrevocably in love with her that day. And I knew she was there - watching, waiting, evaluating,judging.I had never noticed before how intensely feminine her room wasbefore that very moment. Frills and flounces, pastel colors,and sweet, spicy. So whilst I feel a bit like a whore I am not charging and will let him fuck me bareback. I leave it to the partner of the moment to make the decision for themselves whether they want to wear a condom or go au naturel.I have never in my life worn a condom for sex as it was never a requirement. In the sixties along came the pill so having sex with a female was a gimme and believe me we went berserk. It is said that if you can remember the sixties then you were not in it. I do remember. The only problem was that the Holiday Inn was only a mile away. She’d never be able to talk to him. What if...? “Uh, Sam, uh...”“What, is there a problem? I’ll just call a cab.”“No, no!” she blurted out, afraid her plan would backfire. “Listen, why don’t you stay the night at my place?” Sam’s face began to cloud up, and she continued, “It’s not like that! My couch has a fold-away bed, and it’s got to be better than some damn motel room. I’ll cook some dinner, and we can watch TV or. He let the storm take me, and when I'd relaxed just a little he bent down. I saw the blunt head of his thing disappear over the curve of my tummy, and I caught my breath.I could see him push forward, and almost flinched at the first touch. There is nothing, and I mean nothing that feels like a man sliding into you. I've used my fingers and a hairbrush, and I've had tongues and someone's fingers down there. It isn't the same. A guy's manhood opens you up, stretching you out and filling you as he.