This felt so good, I really liked Davie, thought he was really nice. Even loved him as he pushed and pulled in and out of me. My hands were down holdi...ng his smooth, soft butt guiding him in and out of me, my legs wide, savoring every stroke.Then, I saw the peaceful, serene look on his face that he had when I first watched him masturbating as his back arched and he pushed hard into me."Uh, uh, uh," as I felt his warmth enter deep inside me. It was all I needed and I wrapped my legs up around his. " And for that, I am very grateful," I say, which this time earns me akiss instead of an elbow."My points, if I can get back to making it," Chloe says, "is that formy eighteenth, I wouldn't just want, but I'd expect to be treated likea total princess." You'd deserve to be," I say, earning another kiss."And I get that it might be different for boys," Chloe says, "butsurely you want to be treated as, well, a prince?" I spent most of my life just wanting to be treated as a boy," I reply."What I. " You've hinted that you were pretty wild when you were young," I said, wondering if that would provoke more of her past to be revealed.She looked at me with a glassy-eyed stare, lost in her thoughts I assumed."I lost my virginity when I was fifteen," she began again. "I wasn't very pretty, but I wasn't really fat ... just big. I had some girl friends but no boyfriends. I wanted to be liked and I though sex was a way to get that. It didn't take long to get a reputation. If you wanted a good. I put on my bunny slippers and walk down towards the window to part the drapes. Snow like cumulus clouds covers every inch of the street outside, icicles hang from naked branches bearing them down. Somewhere in the distance, the Sun has set, said good-bye to another day. On my desk, christmas cards still inside their envelopes, wait to be opened by a stranger. But in my mind there is hardly the Christmas spirit. I do not feel moved by the birth of Christ, the Savior Son, seperated as we were at.