"NO!? I'm stuck out here in the fucking middle of fucking nowhere, my fucking car fucking died on me, my fucking cell phone doesn't fucking work in th...is fucking armpit, and you fucking tell me fucking 'no' when I ask to use the fucking phone?..."She was taking a breath to continue her tirade when my open palm struck the side of her face. It was a gentle slap, by my standards, but the calluses on my hand must have felt like stone on her cheek as her head snapped around and the ponytail wrapped. Things are going so bad with her in bed that I have to leave her or go out for dates with some random people. As I love her very much I can’t leave her. So am in search for women who are willing to go on a date with me. No strings attached. I was living in Hyderabad at that time. Later moved to Bangalore and again back to Hyderabad. Anyway coming to the story. Once I was visiting my hometown which is nearby Vijayawada. It was around 9 PM when I reached Vijayawada. I had a 3 bags of luggage with. ” “Oh Michael, pantyhose are my kryptonite, you can’t imagine how long it’s been since I’ve been with someone wearing them. I’m bi, I hope that’s okay. I’ve never been with a man wearing pantyhose but it is a huge fantasy of mine.” Tim had testosterone emanating from his every pore and was very good looking. I had no doubts in my mind that I was attracted to him sexually. I remained silent for a moment not being sure how to reply to my cousin’s friend. Tim moved closer to me so that we were. With my endorphins running amok, it was hard for me to comprehend what happened. ‘Bbb…Blade?’ I let out a cry as another orgasm seared through me. ‘I feel your seed…did you shred the condom!?’ Blade nodded and gave a little smile. I started to cry, the fear that washed over me. As the knot continued to swell, I started to feel some hints of pain from the roughness. Blade had a concerned look on his face as he lapped up my tears. ‘I never wanted to hurt you, V,’ he whispered, feeling ashamed..