Alexandra Moore.Naked.Post coital after some very unsatisfactory and slightly painful sex.Which I have seemed to be committed to for every day of the ...foreseeablefuture, if not the rest of my life.Scared, lonely and sad.Prompting myself to repetitive reductions of tears with seeminglyconsummate ease.What a desolate life I seem destined to lead.Here's hoping the rest of Mr Black's curse kicks in soon; and frankly Idon't care how it manifests.Because whatever it does to me; even If I'm a horny. They moaned into each other’s mouths as she sank down. He instinctively took hold of her buttocks, his fingers digging into the flesh through her underwear. She took his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes, a strand of saliva hanging in the air between her lips and his. Gasps and panting breaths filled the supply room as she began to move her hips. The boy couldn’t help himself, he was pushing his pelvis up, trying to go deeper, though he couldn’t. If she really wanted to maximize her. ... you bastard you really know how to turn me on.I smiled and began soaping my swollen cock. I slowly washed it. I didn't want to come today.After bathing I retired in my new silk pyjamas and kissing mistress goodnight went my separate way.The following morning with the doctor in mind I dressed as adrogenously as I could. I had no male clothes left so skinny jeans, white boy shorts, no bra but a spaghetti string top, with a denim shirt and a blouson jacket. Short white socks and plain white. His lips were mere inches from mine, before I could make a handy excuse to escape, they were touching. It was sweet and innocent, little more than a peck. He stared down at me, I up at him, both of us wondering what to do or say next. He wrapped an arm around me cradling my head in its crook, the other arm, he draped casually around my waist. I relaxed into him, fiddling with the neckline of his tee shirt. My mind screamed, ‘Run’. My heart whispered, ‘Stay.’ A rustling in the stalks of corn.