My cock, like yours,Takes a standAgainst mere heterosexuality,A missile silo starkAgainst mountainsOf mutual breastsAnd buttocks lostIn the mutually a...suredDestruction of orgasmAnd nuclear ejaculation.FACIAL AMBIGUITYHer long, dark hairAnd beautiful eyes;Her full, soft, pink lipsAnd oval face with pointedChin proclaim her woman,But the flat chestAnd shoulders broadVerify her masculinity.I am confused (again);My nipples, like my cock,Stiffen, and I needTo relieve myselfInto a tissue, using. We had rented a holiday cottage in Devon, next door to a widowed man, let’s call him Maurice, who lived there permanently. Maurice was definitely in his 70s but tall and lean, well sun tanned, we got chatting over the fence and became quite friendly. After about five nights of the holiday my ex said to me that she found him quite attractive, a statement that aroused my interest immediately. To cut what would be a very long story a little shorter, I devised a game where I said she should check. Audrey, making a surprise visit to him at work, walks in on the scene."Four weeks later, we were divorced."Audrey is back in bed. She's positioned on her back as if she was being penetrated by an invisible man, missionary style."Still, the first months after the separation were devastating."Another flashback, this one to her being humped awkwardly but a man. He is clearly inexperienced when it comes to sex."But I still had my needs, and entered into an affair with a colleague of John."The. Sylvia, Remembering the struggle last time, was pleased and told her little pet so. The she drew a length of shiny black latex with a large knot in it from her belt, where it had hung with four similar strips but without knots and asked. "Are you going to be a good, quiet little girl this time, or do I need to gag you again?"Angela had hated the gag, the knot, forced between her teeth as her mistress squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, the latex tied tightly behind her head. She could.