Julia daydreamed incessantly about being caught up in such "happily ever after" scenarios. And as the years progressed, Julia found herself fantasisin... more and more that the hero in her favorite rescue story was, in fact, a heroine; a woman, strong, assertive, and brave; who swept Julia, the humble Cinderella character, off her feet and carried her off to some remote hideaway, and there, played out scene after fervid scene of torrid lesbian lovemaking.Julia admitted to herself that she found. I think then I realized that Jack was no different from all those men in the bar. Asking a girl out meant that he definitely wanted to have sex with me!Now Psychology class seemed far more relevant. I had always felt that I would never have sex with a man. Was I now in the process of rationalizing or was I repressing real urges or desires? Was I gay or was I destined to be something more than a simple heterosexual crossdresser? I just couldn’t go there. It was beyond what I could currently. If a guy is not getting sex and says he doesn't masturbate, he is fucking a liar, simple as that.I was also starting to surf the net looking at femdom pictures of guys being ass fucked with strapon dildos and being spanked. I don't know why, but I started to find this as a turn on. I would like to point out that I am not gay, I personally find the gay lifestyle kind of repulsive. Women are beautiful and sexy, and something about seeing a nice looking woman dominate, spank and fuck a mans ass. She kissed him like she thought she could pop her cherry like that." Karen stopped, then added, thoughtfully, "He just might have popped her cherry with that kiss. They left- probably back to her room." "Wow. I turn my back for a few minutes and I miss all the action. Hey- did you really get in trouble with the girls about the glow-in-the-dark stuff?" Karen grinned. "Sort of. I've been on the honor system. I haven't come since Wednesday night and I'm all kinds of horny. I'm not allowed to use.