I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man canno...t. Women are far more gentle, and yet more passionate than men. Men generally have a****l passion all the time. But a****l passion can wear on you, and be over far too soon. When a woman becomes passionate, it is more special, more personal than with a man. With men, it often seems that they might as well be having sex with themselves. I have. "You watched me before and I heard you let out a small moan," she said. She sliped herself onto me again and kissed me again. This time I didn't push her away. I gave in and opened my mouth letting her warm tongue slide into my mouth. We laid there playing with each others tongue. As her hand reached down my waist I let go of the popcorn bowl, the popcorn spilling all over the floor.She reached for my wet panties and started rubbing my pussy. Her blond hair falling over her face as she kissed. Friend was not the word Madi would use, however. Teeth immediately grated, eyes staring at the wall with the determination to get off the phone unscathed. ‘What do you want?’ Her voice carried that distinctive growl that only crawled from her throat when she was at her angriest. Even with all the words he had said, the fists he had raised-and dropped, all the money he borrowed, he still wasn’t entirely familiar with this mood. It was dangerous and unpredictable, when he thought of it, she was. I then took out one of the books to read, which wasn't very stimulating for an adult, but since I was supposed to be a little girl, I read it, twice. I was a good thing too, because later that night my wife asked me a few questions about it.At bedtime, 8pm, I was told to put my things away and get ready for another bubble bath, after which I was powdered, put into a little girls cotton nightie with matching panties and tucked into my new bed."Nighty-night, princess," my wife said. "I have to.