I can touch my love and feel really turned on by her lush softness. Feeling turned on doesn’t mean (anymore) that my cock is hard or hardening.I s...till love sex! It feels wonderful to be engaged and deeply connected with my partner. It is incredible to touch her sensually and sexually. I love the wonder of her body. It is incredible to stimulate her and feel her get short of breath and very excited.It is also wonderful to lie with my eyes closed and feel her touch me. The most. I wasn’t in the mood for company. It was Valentines day, and I was spending it with some damn romance writer instead of my mountain man. The body moved but didn’t say a word, instead I felt something being run down the front of my body, between my breasts and down to where my thighs meet. There it came to lay to rest on my pubic hair and I reached down to see what it was. ‘Careful, you’ll crush it sweetheart.’ The sound of his voice make my eyes fly open and I saw not only the man of my dreams,. That dripping, virgin pussy. A wet pre-cum oozed out of my cock, which I rubbed onto her wetness. She was grinding her hips and I could feel the heat from her pussy radiate onto my dick. I couldn’t wait anymore and entered her.She arched her back in surprise and locked eyes with me. She was expecting pain right away but didn’t feel anything but my cock head in her opening. I hadn’t hit her hymen yet but eased myself up against it. She figured out that this was the moment she had been waiting. When I had finished, I was standing at BMW Boy’s door.He opened it. His expression hardened. “Oh. It’s you,” he said, neither angry nor accusatory. “What do YOU want?”I held out a gift. “Since I cost you a pair of boxers, I thought it only fair I replace them with these. They’re the same brand, and same size. I hope that’s OK.”He snatched them from me. A faint sneer had crept into his expression. He looked them over then carelessly tossed them inside. Then he looked at me.“Get your faggot ass.