Sad is not a good emotion during sex. You can see how it wasn't as good as before.In order to pep things up I started to introduce role-playing and fa...ntasy into our sex life. Katie's always been interested in my feelings so she was happy to go along. One of the fantasies I used involved her with another man while I watched. This particular fantasy developed slowly over a few months until the really defining night.We'd had a couple of drinks and were in bed, just kinda messing with each other. I. Losers.''Yeah,' Scott types, making me smile happily. 'You wanna hang out sometime?''Sure,' I type with another kissing emoji as it suddenly dawns on methat as of right now, I do indeed have a boyfriend. 'Kinda busy a lotthough, got ballet THREE times next week, and my counsellor too...''Is the counsellor for your trans thing?' Scott asks, making me bristleslightly- though 'trans thing' is hardly the worst way he could haveworded it.'Yeah,' I type. 'Had a lot to talk about the last few. " I paused to look deeply into her dazzling eyes."I adore you."She smiled, and positioned her head on my shoulder. "You never said such things before."I stroked her hair. So silky... So smooth... "Sorry. You never knew my feelings before? You never noticed how I look at you?"She sighed happily. "I know now."We stood there in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity. An old couple walked down the hall, and gave us the weirdest look. I chuckled."What's so funny?" she asked, her voice muffled. “You got such a tight cunt,” he groaned. “Oh, yes, yes. I’m going to spurt so hard into you. I’m going to fill you to the hilt.”I rubbed at my own pussy, a naughty thrill shooting through me as he grunted and groaned. His back arched as his face twisted with pleasure. I could see him getting closer and closer to firing his load.“Already?” I muttered, my fingers sliding into my hot, shaved pussy. Ripples of delight shot through me. “You wouldn’t have given her any satisfaction.The hooker slipped.