She wasn't trying to paint an image of anything, she was just placing her feelings down on the page, she was feeling primal urges, she was feeling..."..., at this point our eyes meet and she looks down at my lips and then back up so we can maintain eye contact, and very softly she says, "...lust.", and leans in for a kiss.We start making out passionately and she has such soft and delicate lips, she starts gently rubbing her hand through my hair while the other is placed on my neck. My arm is now. I wasn't interested in getting involved with short women so I wouldn't go through that pain again, not to mention avoiding hurting a woman I ended up caring about. It was just easier to avoid the company of short women in the first place.I confessed that I was very attracted to her, but didn't think that we had much of a future together. She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine and a half. “Most of the time I’ll fill up the tub and climb in with you so we can enjoy it more.”I felt her shudder as she squeezed me tighter. “I can barely remember what that feels like. As a pony, the grooms would wash me every day, but I haven’t been in a bathtub since I was a child. I’m looking forward to going home with you.”“I’m looking forward to getting you home, and you have a couple of people who are looking forward to meeting you as well,” I told her. “For now though, you should hop out of the. And if I'd been wearing knickers then they would have been instantly wet!The bar is underground so we went down a flight of steps. As we did I felt his hand caress my bottom and then glide over my waist up to my breast. Groping me. I smiled as I knew exactly what he was doing. He was checking to make sure I had followed his instructions. He scanned the room and picked our seats. A sofa divided into a sort of booths up with open sides. I sat and he went to the bar to get our drinks. When he.