Sure there's been women but never anything serious. I guess I was bi inthat I could get it up and actually screw women but it was mechanical. Ipreferr...d petting and kissing, feeling their smooth underthings, rubbingmy hands up and down their hose-covered legs. But my passion is forsmooth, shaven men, fairies, sissies, I'm obsessed.John put his hand on my thigh. "I see you're already hard, Glenn. Take offyour pants, shoes and socks, your shirt too and sit back down. You wantto, don't you Glenn?. The sunlight had started to disappear slowly and they were hunkered down on the penthouse floor of a once highly expensive apartment complex. That was the beautiful thing about the state of the world, just years ago both Miriam and Jenny would have been stopped at the front gate had they even bothered trying to get inside. These days? No one cared if they wanted to race each other to the very top, then get naked together and spend the night acting as if they owned the place.Miriam loved the. Unfortunately, I was out of time. I'd promised to meet my best friend Tricia Peckitt for lunch with her new boyfriend Stephen Bertucci. I'd have to hurry a bit to be on time, and unlike most girls I knew, I prided myself on being on time.So grabbing some tissues, I started to mop myself up. My left hand idly rubbed at my own breast and down my belly towards my navel. Ben had a way of touching me in places I never would have expected to be pleasurable. I missed that.Sighing, I finally sat up and. He had made a booking at a tattoo parlour for that first evening, she knew and with butterflies filling her stomach. She was made of stern stuff than to refuse, and she also felt honour bound to have the expected painful experience, for the husband she so dearly loved.After checking in at the hotel, (well ok boarding house in reality) they made ready for her ordeal and at the appointed hour they found themselves in front of the little shop, in a dark little backstreet At that time tattoos were.