1. Trust


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    sort of soft, desperate way that some very shy women have. I actually saw red. I thought that was just a phrase, but I did; my sight went all hazy red, and when I refocussed I was standing stiffly, a couple feet away from her, with my fists clenched. She pretended not to notice. I settled angrily into my seat in the theater, and then she got me all off balance again, with caresses, and popping candies into my mouth, and gently aggressive, affectionate behavior. At the end of the film, my head was on her shoulder, and the Dreamer was in control, with the Romantic as ally. &#034Shall we go to my house?&#034 she asked, as we slid into the car again. Whang! and another six-month's allotment of adrenaline used up. I didn't have to consider it, but I might have looked like I was for the five seconds before I got my breath. &#034Mine,&#034 I said, firmly. She had promised to let me be macho in my house, if I wanted to be. During the movie, which included a love scene, of course, it had occurred to me that one way to stop the weird parts of this relationship was to do unto her as she had done unto me. Drive her crazy with lust, as masterfully as the actor on the screen did. As masterfully as she had done to *me* the week before. If I could turn her on even in panties, I had an idea that she would just *melt* if I played her the way she had played me. She gave me a look that said, 'I know what you're thinking, naughty boy!' And a smile that promised delights. I breathed a sigh of ...
    relief. The old Codger was right, and he wasn't too proud to say 'I told you so.' I started running plans through my head. But when we arrived at my apartment, she leaned over to kiss me, warmly but briefly, and said, &#034I'll call you, okay?&#034 &#034I... But... Don't you...&#034 I took a deep breath. &#034Would you like to come in?&#034 I asked. &#034No, I don't think so,&#034 she replied, calmly. &#034I have to get up early.&#034 Wait a minute. She'd asked me to *her* house. And she'd told me that it meant, well, sex! Something had gone wrong. The Cynic was throwing peanut shells at the Codger in the attics of my mind. Masterful, Leeling. Be masterful. I gave her a look intended to be both wry and sexy. &#034Aww, come on. I'll show you my etchings.&#034 She smiled, without warmth. &#034I'd rather see your collection,&#034 she said, and rubbed my hip. Then she frowned. &#034Aren't you wearing panties?&#034 she asked. That was... deflating. &#034Cotton,&#034 I gritted. The Observer noted that it was a bit difficult to play suave and deadly when one was wearing feminine undergarments. I hesitated, angry and frustrated, and then climbed stiffly out of the car. She leaned over and rolled the window down, behind me, as I walked toward the door, fuming. &#034Lee,&#034 she called, in a clear, amused voice. &#034*I* make the rules.&#034 I turned to look at her. She smiled, this time warmly, and continued. &#034I call the shots, honey. All you can do, if you don't like the game, is ...
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