.. not exactly." Well, why did you stop then?" She asked in a more decisive tone. I could tell she wasn't going to let it go."I guess it was because e...ery time I did I suddenly didn't want to." Then I paused trying to put my thoughts together. "I think it was also because the fantasy was of being dominated and humiliated a little. I wasn't getting that feeling. I wanted that sense of being owned and punished."She chuckled a little and then didn't say anything more. Fortunately we were at the. ...Then my best friend Dave comes up to me, and he looks ....My heart skips a beat just looking at him.He takes my hand, we dance, and I love the feeling of his strong armsaround me.By the time the dance ends I'm trembling with a feeling I cant put myfinger on.Then he kisses me, and I can name it.I'm in love with him.I want him to hold me, and kiss me, and do things I am not equipped forwith me ....Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know. She was about to change her clothes. She removed her sari pallu from the chest and removed her sari. Now, she was in her blouse and petty coat. As I kept on looking at her, my heart was beating heavily and my dick starting rising. She removed her blouse and removed the inner garment as well. She was half naked; she had fare size of chest. She went closer to the cupboard mirror and look at her chest through the mirror closely. She then pulled her night rob and put it on. While collecting her. I also didn't mean to say that my forwardness was some sort of aphrodisiac that you couldn't resist. Unless, you were a lesbian in a relationship - which you may or may not be, I obviously don't care. I was trying to say that it would be nice to chat with someone without all the stupid pick up games getting in the way."He didn't wait for her to respond, "Again, I just have to get it out. I don't know if you can imagine what it's like to raise a eighteen year old girl by yourself, not having a.