I think the people who make such generalizations aren't looking at the scenes that I saw every time. Girls get turned on by watching, I think we imagi...ne ourselves under the guy, and very few women I know don't appreciate a good-looking guy.My head was full of images of naked bodies and aroused sex organs by the time I had to get to class. I did wonder what it would be like if I was as "visual" as a guy. I'd probably be so wet between the legs that my jeans would be visibly soaked. It was an. Things will be different from now on. It wasn't long before day turned into night and I came across a clearing in the trees. I stopped and peaked through some high grass. There was a small camp with tents and fires. This must be the all female tribe I read about! I stayed low and watched. There wasn't anyone there but I waited with excitement. About ten minutes later a tall blonde woman came out of a tent. She had long sandy hair with beautiful green eyes. She had a tatty a****l skin covering. "I am yours."You lose control of your glamor as you lose control of your rational thought. You snarl and your fangs show. Your claws rip his shirt. Your icy wings flair out to the sides.You stand above him as your true self, and for a brief moment, you hesitate and look in his eyes to search for any sign of rejection. You couldn't handle it if your fated mate rejected you.But Prince Zaveryk only smiles and lifts his chin, exposing his long throat. "I am yours," he says, voice low and husky. "Do. He would pull me in a little then stop, and I could feel him relaxing. Then he would pull me inside his ass a bit more and stop. It felt as though it took hours until I was all the way contained by him, but suddenly, I was inside him, feeling the warmth of his body engulf my cock. I think I shivered from the pleasure, because it was pleasure, and an intimacy that was so real and so undeniably sensual and enjoyable. Ken leaned forward and then he was shoving his ass back against me, and pulling.