I was starting to get worried." Hannah shouted from the doorway of their private cabin. "How are the roads?" Just a dusting of snow right now, but I h...ard this storm is going to come fast and hit hard," said Samantha as she handed a bag off to Hannah. She stopped for a quick kiss before dropping her luggage and turning back to go out the door."What's this?" Hannah asked, peering into the bag. "I picked up a few extra things at the store in case we got stranded." Samantha replied and winked. Yet despite living the fatcat life of a stock broker and having two adoring lovers, he felt a little empty inside. Deep down he knew what the emptiness meant. He knew that it was a hunger, boiling and desperate to get out and feed. He tried not to think about it. Sure, it leaked out on occasion, and it had certainly been instrumental in taking him to his current position, but he had worked for years to develop the strength to keep it bottled up, and he wasn't about to lose all that progress. Yet as a crazy, horny young man, I at times would be turned on by stories of straight guys fooling around together and sucking each others dicks or something. This surprised me a bit yet, I'd somewhat been fascinated by cocks. Not in a pure sexual way, but more how I measured up against other dicks. Also the shared camaraderie of raw male sexual energy seemed enticing and exciting in the sex stories of bi-curiosity that were explored in a fairly tame, foreplay like encounter.I had a best friend. It's worked out well too. I'll tell you a little about me, but not too much that it might help with my identity; born, raised and matured an Essex girl. Bombshell blonde, dressed to kill, acting half my age and dressing even less than that.Honestly, at my age, I don't care! I won't be sexy forever and I want to enjoy it as much as I can, whilst I can. I've had a little work done but nothing serious and anyway, I love how I look. Admittedly, it's gotten a little wild over the past 5 years or so,.