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- He came back and climbed into bed, apolgizing for wearing just
- his shorts, saying that is what he usually wore to bed. That was
- fine. I didn't particularly care. He offered to put on more clothes
- and for a brief second I almost hated him for making me aware of the
- fact that I was a half naked female, and he was a half naked male. I
- quickly blocked out the thought. He's so much older. "Brother" I
- cautioned myself, "Pretend he's your brother." So I tried that. My
- friend did not make is easy, as he pulled me into his arms and close
- to his body. Nothing truely sexual, just warmth, really and I cuddled
- comfortably in his very warm embrace.
-
- We lay like that, comfortably entwined for a few moments.
- Then he tilted my face up towards his, as his eyes searched mine, then
- he lowered his face as his lips met mine. The kiss was light,
- tenative, and I responded unthinkingly while lights were flashing in
- my head and my conscience was screaming. He deepened the kiss, his
- tounge swirling into my mouth. The kiss was hard, passionate,
- controlling. Eveything I like in a man, and in a kiss. His mouth was
- demanding and I moved my body closer to the heat of his, like a kitten
- seeking the warmth of the sunshine.
-
- He rolled me so that I lay flat on the bed, his body partially
- covering mine. His hand cupped my cheek, slid down my neck and onto
- my shoulder. As his hand glided across my shoulder, my shoulder strap
- slid down with it, his mouth left mine nuzzling at the cloth to bare
- my breast and suckle it. "This is it." my conscious whispered, "If
- you want to stop him, it has to be now." I moaned softly. I opened
- my eyes and looked into his. In my gaze so many thoughts were writen,
- I asked him to stop, and begged him to make love to me. I felt
- helpless, and he could tell. I wanted him. And he knew it, he still
- knows it. It's something electric and unspoken between us.
-
- He began to bite my breast. Not painfully, but enough to make
- me of a tingling sensation that started in my breasts and spread
- though my body. I lay docilely allowing my friend, this stranger to
- take complete control. He kissed my lips again. That same hard tight
- kiss that makes it hard to breathe, and even harder to work up the
- will to breathe. I have never been kissed in such a way again. A way
- that saps my will to resist before it has even a chance to form. I
- felt drugged with his kisses. So drugged that my conscience
- surrendered easily to the domination of my friend. And at my
- insistance he did dominate.
-
- I slid his shorts and underwear down revealing his body.
- Normally I make love with some light. Always I can see the body of my
- lover. There were no lights in the room and no moon out to
- compensate. We were bathed in a darkness too complete to see anything
- but a subtle shape, an outline of each other. He brought his lower
- body close to my face and pressed himself into my mouth.
-
- I have always wanted to show my friend the changes that time has
- brought, the knowledge and the power that comes from age, as he taught me
- that night. I burn with shame when I recall my timidity, my nervousness, and
- my deficiency. My friend, my lover, realising the difficulty I was having
- absorbing his thickness into my mouth, got off the bed and walked over the
- his dresser, I could see the faint outline of his body in the half-light.
- He returned after taking something off the top of the dresser. He took my
- hand and lead me, as though I were a princess, off the bed. He took a pillow
- off the bed and placed in on the floor near the side of the bed. He
- positioned me behind the pillow and forced me down, so that my knees rested
- on it. He took my hands and tied them behind my back with the rope he'd
- removed from the dresser. Then he blindfolded me. I sat up docilely, not
- really sure what he would next. Then I heard the bed creak just a bit, and I
- felt his intense heat even before his hands reached behind my head to pull
- me closer to him and force his manliness into my mouth. I opened helplessly,
- my hands struggling furiously to get loose. My friend just pushed my head
- further between his legs. I barely had a chance to register the sweet, salty
- taste of his body, before he was buried in my throat. I slid my mouth down
- his length, tasting every inch of him. He pulled me back, thrusting
- his hips forward. I slid away again and he moaned slightly pushing
- from behind my head. Again and again we repeated this intricate dance
- until he pushed me away roughly and stood up. I knew he stood up
- because I could feel his leg against my mouth. He reached for me
- under the shoulders and stood me up. He kissed me passionately and
- began untying my hands. His voice was harsh with barely contained
- passion as he asked in which way I would take him into my body.
-
- I paniced. This was the ultimate comittment. Before I could
- have said I had been seduced, now I had to ultimatly admit that I
- wanted him as passionately as he had shown me he wanted me. I don't
- take men by rear entry anymore. I can honestly say that my friend has
- spoiled me. Too many men are indifferent lovers that way, and a great
- many of them are actually bad lovers. As I'm sure any gay guy could
- tell you, there is very little that hurts more then a bad lover. In
- straight, front entry ('normal heterosexual') sex, there isn't a such
- thing, in my opinion, as a bad lover. The other way, there is.
-
- I don't know why I chose to take him backwards, I was in the
- mood for something different I guess. He positioned me on the bed on
- my hands and knees initially. As he entered I could feel the tissues
- streching to accomodate the unusual thickness. He pushed me flat on
- bed and pushed himself all the way in. I moaned with pleasure at the
- exquisite sensation. As he moved in and out I listened in disbelief.
- Was that my voice harshly, maddeningly begging for more? "faster"
- "harder", could that be me? And him saying softly that the slowness
- was good for me, to make the pleasure last until finally there was an
- explosion that rocked my brain and sent my senses reeling. He
- withdrew, and even that sensation was erotic, as I moved over and
- cuddled next to him, in the same position we had started out into.
- Only the racing of my heart beat and the lack of clothing documenting
- the passion we had shared. We continued the conversation we'd had
- over dinner. Talking about his ex-wife and their two children, how
- they were adjusting the divorce, talking about my boyfriend and my
- college classes. Mostly we talked just to waste the half hour that I
- had left before I boarded the plane that would take me back home.
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