Mark was a handsome guy. He stood 6'1" tall with broad shoulders, strong arms and a flat stomach. He had a buzzcut and a slight goatee and wore a neck...lace with a cross on it. Turns out he is a boxer, which sent a tingling sensation through my body. This guy had to be my ideal man, handsome, tall and strong to protect his girl. We walked through the mall taking hours talking, shopping and giggling.It was weird but I soon enjoyed being flirted with. Usually I was the guy who had to do all the. Unless you prefer the alternative, red-hot pitchforks and all that jazz. I’m sure that the demons miss torturing you down in Hell, after all,” I warned Jerry, making him desperate to please Jessica now.“Maybe we should make him eat all of his food between a woman’s cheeks, eh?” Nicki now proposed, her meaning quite clear.The poor, pathetic fool made a face, of course, at the thought of having to eat all of his meals from a woman’s butt-crack. That was most unwise of him, as I reminded him with. She enjoyed sex though—at the proper time—in the proper place—in the proper fashion. My needs went beyond that. I needed ... something. I wasn’t sure exactly what. I felt of “it” much like a famous psychologist once said of schizophrenia “It is so diverse in its manifestation that I can neither define nor describe it, but I do recognize it when I see it.”When I returned from having my morning coffee in the open-air café off of the hotel’s lobby, Barb was in the bathroom. She heard me come in. Here's the first part, just a bit of gentle exhibitionism to get started :) Worth pursuing? Comment and let me know!The Girl on the TrainPart One of ???Sitting alone on the train, she yawned and checked her watch. It was just before 4am. She'd had to rush to catch this one actually, having finished work at the studio only 20 minutes earlier.Not many others were up and about at this time, in fact the carriage only contained three other people, two guys and a woman, all sat in reasonable.