Sasha sometimes wondered where the urge came from. He sometimes blamedhis Russian born parents. He would figure that it was the name thatdrove him to ...it. He had what his parents understood to be a male name,but in the United States, boys' names ending with a vowel were co-optedfor girls.He was mocked as a child for his name. The other boys would frequentlyask if he was a girl. He hated it, but a part of him liked it. A partof him liked thinking of himself as a girl. Sasha was sometimes surethat. There stood Connie, looking like a drowned rat, eyes red from what I assumed was crying. ‘Can we talk?’ she asked. ‘I think we did that a couple of months ago,’ I replied tartly. ‘No,’ she protested, ‘really talk.’ I made no move. ‘Please? Could I come in? I’m cold.’ Well, I had been in love with her, and truth to tell, I had never stopped. Besides, I’m not an asshole. I stood aside and let her enter. I led her into the dining alcove. ‘Coffee?’ I asked. She smiled weakly. ‘Please.’ I quickly. And Ihad to agree to being tied up spanked ,milked, and put in chastity for a month at a time. Durring all thismy relationship with Melissa was always the same ,she didnt care for me . One night Cindy told me she wanted me to lick her pussy after we fuck. I said I would only lick before Istick it . I m not licking my cum out of her. She kept me locked up for three months and said I could fuckher ass if I licked her pussy after we fuck. I was going nuts being locked up so I said OK. Well we. When Ed walked up and asked her if she’d like a drink or to dance she answered “yes” with a slight quirk of a smile at the corners of her sexy mouth. Seeing his momentary confusion, she clarified her answer, “both.” When he came back moments later with a double-bourbon on the rocks, she tossed it back in a single gulp. She took his hand, leading him into the mass of bumping, grinding, sweaty bodies that blocked the dance floor. Several songs later, she sent him for another drink. An hour later,.