She held it behind her again, spraying up between her cheeks. She felt her legs spread out all on their own, begging in their own way to her hand to s...ray it in more, higher, harder.She loved fighting with herself like this. Pleasing and denying at the same time. She spread her legs a little farther. She let the spray linger behind her a little longer. Cleanliness was important. That's what she told herself. But, as always, she was loosing the battle with her primal self. The head of the wand. "I looked up. Keisha seemed out of focus. I was about to hyperventilate."So you're breaking up with me," I said."God no. I mean, I hope not. We're great together. But I'm ... different.Have you ever heard of a female-dominant relationship? That's what Iwant. I want to be the guy. I want you to be my girl. My Kathy. Mysissy."This was wrong. A man does not stand for this. A man does not takeorders how to live his life. A man is not a wimp.I bowed my head."What do I do?" I said.* * *"There are so. When she walked over to Terry, she said if this saggy old body don't turn you off your more than welcome to have some. He told her that it was one hell of a lot better lookin' than what he had to go home to. I used to love to watch Bobbie give blow jobs cuz she was so damn good at it, and you could tell she hadn't forgotten a thing. Even though he had came in her mouth, which she usually hates, but this time swallowed every drop, he was still hard and she couldn't understand why. That's when we. ”“What were those plans?”She said as she came walking out of the bathroom, the dark triangle below her belly stood out in mild contrast to the tan of her skin. That was when I realized that Bambi might not be white. She stood next to my side of the bed with her pubic hair calling my name.“Bambi, may I ask a bit of a personal question?”“Sure.”“Do you tan a lot, or do you just have dark skin?”“Yes.”“A little of both, huh?”“Yeah. My mom is Italian and has dark skin, my dad was mixed race black and.