His chest rose and fell in rhythm, his arms behind his head, exposing matted tufts of silky hair. I got off of the chair and made my way over to kneel... by the bed at his waist, my eyes level with his flaccid cock. I was so scared I almost pissed my pants, despite just peeing. I shakily reached out, then drawing back as I realized I would be killed if he woke up. I looked him up and down and suddenly I didnt care anymore, I just wanted to feel his body on me, his cock in me. my hand, my mouth, my. ’ she sighed wistfully.The conversation was completely surreal. He was I discussing with my mother the sort of things that would never crop up in a conversation between a mother and son but she was so open and matter of fact about it. I didn’t know what was more embarrassing, the events in bed or sitting here talking to her now, but I knew it wouldn’t be left there.‘So why not Don?’‘Well…..apart from him wanting sex anywhere and at any time he just wasn’t the man for a fulltime relationship. . Rashid Denera, Commandant of the Imperial Academy, looked out the door field at the rows of cadets lining the parade ground before him. The ranks and files neatly meshed with the smooth symmetry of the quadrangle that was the focus of the Academy. He took a great deal of pride in that symmetry; the blending of a multitude into a single organism with one purpose and goal. Filled with the warmth of satisfaction that the evening parade always brought, he stepped out into the chill air of the drill. The pleasure she remembered from adolescence, when she could still accept pleasure. Before the phobia got so bad that it cut her off from intimacy. "Lie down," he told her. She did as he said, expecting his weight on her next. Hoping that wouldn't be the thing that broke her calm. But, he didn't. Instead, he knelt at the edge of the bed, his fingers light on her inner thigh, his head between her legs, watching her. He opened her and kissed her most aching spot. "Touch your nipples," he told.