I felt like a starving man looking into a window and watching people throw away food that I would have appreciated as I pictured this woman taking dic... after dick in her mouth for no other reason than it was a Tuesday and she knew it turned on the Master who had been taking all her pictures for Twitter.I nearly jumped out of my seat while I was fantasizing when I heard my sister clear her throat from behind me.“Oh good, I caught you before you started jerking off,” she said she had some more. There she was, dripping in sweat, barely conscious with her wrists tied tightly to the boards at the head of her bed, her long blonde hair caking her face, covering the blindfold and the gag that muffled any noise she tried to make. First things first he needed to sort her face out. He moved to the front of the bed and looked down at her, her head was bowed down in submission. He slowly stroked her cheek, moving some of the hair that was plastered to her face. He looked around the room and saw. As much as he hated the idea, he was going to have to wait until his tormentor made contact. A strand of golden hair fell in front of his face. He pushed it out of the way in irritation. As he brought his arm down, it brushed against one of his mammaries. He cursed and concentrated on his male form. His true body formed out of his female one. He was going to beat this curse inflicted on him. If it was the last thing he did! Patrick wearily walked back into his apartment. It was barely a couple. I remember his soft whispers in my ear, asking me if I would, if I could, do this unnamed thing. The word remained unsaid, but I knew what he wanted. I remember the sound of my zipper sliding down, the sound of his pants, heavy with wallet and keys, hitting the concrete. I remember the soft nylon-on-nylon sound as we lay down on the pile of sleeping bags. I remember his soft grunt as my body yielded to his, and the satisfying warmth as his seed filled the condom.In college, my desires became.