I nibbled my way from your neck to your earlobe, full of passion, my fingertips did throb. Two hearts all a flush, and cheek to cheek, I could feel yours blush. It were as if we needed a chimney to control the firey passion that was we. But alas my love, we burned down the house, for love never burned with such intensity.

If I were a freckle, I'd be the one on a particular place on your chest Or the two on your bicep, just above your breast. But if I were a ring, would you place me on one of your fingers or toes? Or would I be so lucky to be placed in a beautiful place, on your face, your nose? What if I we your luscious black hair, would I adorn your head, Or would you kindly and lovingly place me down there? What if our meeting held some...

My girlfriend has known for quite some time that I love to dress in lingerie and women's clothes. The other day she sat me down and explained that she wants a real man. She said that we can stay together so long as she could have other lovers. She said that I would be welcome to watch and be a silent participant so long as I dressed as a woman. She would provide my outfit. I felt somewhat hurt but excited at the same time...