I felt another kick to the gut with Angie's name. "But I also realized it gave us an opportunity to do something a little radical."You call yourself t...he Ugly One. I wish you wouldn't, because I agree with your therapist that it's your attitude and self-image and not your looks that are causing you problems with women. Even with evidence to the contrary—me, Summer, Angie—you continue to believe that."Tamara stopped and took a deep breath. I was surprised to see her nervous."So I thought you. I moved it up and down slowly at first and then pushed it in as she moaned again. I started moving it in and out as she remained helplessly tied to the fence, bound with her own hair. After a few minutes my own excitement started to get too much and I knew I would have to end this soon. I stood before her and dropped my pants and my underwear, unleashing my own erection. I hoisted her legs up, ankles on my shoulders, guiding her onto my erection. Slowly at first I began working her into a. Lots of eye contact, a cheeky smile and she's away. "Let me just work all this up" she calls over her shoulder as she's going back downstairs again. I'm just wearing loose jogging bottoms and a t-shirt, so my erection is obvious. Well, nothing I can do, she knows what she's doing to me so why try to hide it? I follow like a puppy again. A puppy with a stubby lead.In the living room she really takes the piss out of me. I'm on the couch and she's on the floor in front of me, legs curled under. He took my reaction as a good sign, and leaned down and kissed me softly. I wish for all of you that you could have been me at that very moment because that kiss is beyond any reachable words. It was tender, sweet, intense, loving, open and so soft. I finally understood the quote “When soul meets soul on lovers’ lips” (Percy Bysshe Shelley). I could only drown in him. All time, space and meaning evaporated from the world and we were left bare and open to each other. We wrapped our arms tightly.