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We met that night at the little bar, and I was my full charming self. I had to draw her out, but like most women once I got her talking she began to enjoy herself and come out. It’s amazing how much people gay fetish like you if you can just get them talking about themselves. When I sensed she was really enjoying herself, I looked at my watch and suggested it was time to go. She looked taken aback, but picked up her purse and put on her jacket. “May I offer you a ride home?” I said. “No, that’s okay, I just live a block away.” “In that case, I’ll walk you home,” I said. When we reached her apartment building she turned to me and stuck out her hand. “It’s been great meeting you, thanks, I had a great time,” she said. I reached past her hand, grabbed her waist, and pulled her to me. I held her tight against gay fetish me and looked down into her eyes. I stared at her right up to the moment of discomfort, and then I kissed her. I felt her lips open up, and when they did, I kissed her more deeply and passionately. I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were blinking. “I want to gay fetish come inside,” I said. “I, um, I don’t know if that’s such a gay fetish good idea,” she said. “Do you have a couch?” “What?” “Do you have a couch?” I repeated. “Yes.” “I want to sit on your couch for a little gay fetish while and kiss you some more.” She paused for a gay fetish minute. “Okay,” she said, her voice a whisper. We went inside, and I put my plan into action. As soon as we were in the door gay fetish I kissed her again, more passionately than before. She responded, so soft and willing. I broke the kiss.

“Listen,” I said. “I gay fetish am incredibly turned on right now. You are too hot to resist. You are one of those women who are shy on the outside but so hot and sexy inside. I saw gay fetish that in you this morning when I first laid eyes on you. I have a lot of intuition, and I can sense things about you. I have to have you.” Before she could respond, I kissed her again, this time harder, a little gay fetish rougher. Before she could think, I turned her around and pushed her over the padded arm of the sofa. “What are you doing?” she asked, in a trembling voice. “Something you want. And truthfully…” I said, with a little laugh, “It doesn’t matter that much if you want it or not. You’ve made me crazy tonight, and I want you.” I pushed up her brown skirt and pulled down her hose and panties. She gasped. “Wait, wait,” she protested gay fetish, in the pleading way of gay fetish someone who knows what is coming is inevitable. I pulled the bottle of lubricant out of my front pocket. It was warm from gay fetish my body. I poured a generous amount in my hand and rubbed it up and down her crack. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she said, more to herself than to me. “I’m gay fetish going to teach you about anal sex,” I said. “I had a sense about you. I can tell the kind of women who want anal sex.” Yeah, sure. When I have a gay fetish database that tracks their sexual interests, I thought. “Listen to me. My gay fetish job gay fetish is to get you prepared to gay fetish enjoy this. Your job is to relax and gay fetish do what I tell you. I’m going to put my fingers in you first. Each time I penetrate you, I want you to push like you’re trying to go. This will make it easier.” I immediately pushed my index finger inside her. She gasped and began to breathe heavily. “You’ve put your finger up there before, haven’t you?” I said. I didn’t know this for sure, but I was pretty sure. “Haven’t you? Don’t lie, I can tell you have.” She didn’t say anything. So I leaned over and looked in her face. She turned away. I grabbed her hair and gently but firmly pulled her face where I could see it. She gay fetish was blushing so furiously that her face was glowing red.