1. Trust


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

    it there, a smile hovering on her lips. Finally, &#034I know. Now look at your lap.&#034 Look at my lap? &#034It's still there, I reported.&#034 She grinned, took the book back. Flipped some more. Didn't find what she wanted. Pulled out another book. Giggled when she found it. &#034Here's another nice picture,&#034 she said. Umm. Rear entry, wrong hole. I looked, and shrugged. &#034Your lap?&#034 &#034What's with my lap?&#034 I asked. She grinned, took the book back. Dropped How-To for Hippies on my knees again. My favorite picture, as it happens: man kneeling, woman standing. Stir, throb, throb, throb. &#034Umm, okay, I get it. Was that all?&#034 She leaned forward, kissed me. &#034That's just the start, darling.&#034 Sat back. &#034I'm glad the idea still turns you on. Can we agree that wearing that particular outfit, we have a fairly obvious barometer to what you like and what you don't like?&#034 &#034Wait a minute!&#034 I protested. &#034Sexy pictures turn me on. So if you hand me a lingerie catalog, you won't prove anything. That is, you won't prove that I like *wearing* it. I told you, it's stimulating, but that *doesn't* mean I like it.&#034 Her smile didn't fade. &#034Get up, walk around, and come back when you're flaccid again, all right?&#034 So I did, and as soon as I sat down, she started reading to me. &#034Next morning I said it was getting slow and dull, and I wanted to get a stirring up, some way.&#034 Huckleberry Finn, Chapters X and XI. You can read it ...
    yourself. It's where Huck dresses up like a girl. She was watching me as she read, and I tried to hold off, but... well, when she finished, she wrinkled her nose, giggled excitedly, and said, &#034*Sexy* story, huh?&#034 I glared. &#034Now that I know what you're looking for, you could probably read me *anything* and I'd react,&#034 I retorted, angry and ashamed. &#034Bet you wouldn't,&#034 she said, and immediately dropped a book on my lap. Two men. She started reading something out of another magazine, which I guess some people would find pretty hot -- it went with the picture -- and I cut her off. &#034That's sick!&#034 I said. She looked at me a little oddly. &#034No, it isn't. But it isn't *your* cup of tea, is it?&#034 She touched my hip. I glanced down, but I already knew. Instant deflation. &#034So what have you proved?&#034 I asked, belligerently. &#034Do you really think it's 'sick?'&#034 she asked. It was a serious question, I discovered. I sighed. &#034No. It's just... like you said. Since I always had this *compulsion,* I was always sorta afraid that that was what it meant, I guess.&#034 She touched my cheek. &#034Lee,&#034 she said, still very serious, &#034if you don't know who you are, you'll always be afraid of what you might be, if you dared look. Once you know, you'll find it's maybe not such a horrible thing as you thought. That's what this is about. Know thyself.&#034 I gulped, nodded, looked away. It made a disturbing amount of sense. &#034What if... what if ...
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