“Yes that would do.” replied Amy, barely able to hide her excitement.“Your good name please?” inquired the female at the other end. “Ameline... Hopkins.”“See you at noon Ma’am. Thank You.”Amy was beyond herself with joy, she had booked an appointment with a masseuse, a fantasy that she had longed to fulfill. She had started liking this new found confidence in herself. She grinned, this time impishly. She got off from her bed, glancing once more at the wet spot and made her way to the washroom. She. I'm not going to say there was no sex involved, but, it was totally consensual and no wild orgies.I remember one Saturday evening we got together with Tracy and Alex to study some materials we had in common. We studied and discussed the work for a couple of hours while all four of us got horny and decided it was time to play. We were in my bedroom when Kim leaned over to me and gave me one of her sexiest French kisses ever. Tracy got the idea and laid one on Alex so hot I felt like we were out. Count it by fuckings it's gotta be ten to one.” “And if there's a blowjob,” I said, “all by itself, not part of greater festivities, I'm probably giving it.” “Now I feel selfish,” he said. “No no,” I said. “Not where I'm going at all. I am entirely happy with our sex life. Sucking your cock turns me on no end. Getting fucked is awesome. And I always get mine in the end. No pun intended. Really, I'm completely happy.” “Okay,” he said. “To these homophobic fuckers being a fag is weakness. And. “I sure would be grateful,” I said, “if you would allow me to lick yaw ayass.”“Shondell, what has gotten into you?” she asked, playing for time, but slipping so swiftly into character, calling me by the hick alias we used in fun, that I wanted to congratulate her.“Do you have a different understandin’ of that word where you come from?” she drawled.“No ma’am,” I said nervously, feeling like I was over a hill and safe behind a bush, but still half expecting to be thrown out of her world for this.