I really wanted to. I felt such a strong pull to do so that I opened myself up to possible ridicule from you. It worked out okay, though, dont you think? I mean, I distinctly remember you kissing me BACK!" Thinking Id put him in his place I sat back in my chair with a smile and took another sip of wine, watching for the blush I just knew was coming. "It worked out beautifully.

I wait at the gate to the passenger disembarkment area of the Aroport de St. Jean in St. Barts with a bit of trepidation. This was my first trip to the island-- something Id been needing deep down in my soul for years. It had been a stressful few years, and Id finally quit finding reasons why I shouldnt go, stopped listening to the logical part of my mind that said the money would be better-spent

As he stood before me, his powerful body aglow in the harsh overhead light I made a decision. Enough was enough. He knew what I wanted and it was pretty obvious that he wanted to give it to me, considering the way his beautiful cock stood at attention, even while he looked so calm. I think its about time, dont you? I said. I sounded fairly calm but to me my voice seemed drowned out by the harsh beating of my heart. He just chuckled to himself as he walked into the other room, retrieving his glass of

After rolling over, he turned toward me slightly, one elbow crooked to carry his weight as his eyes scanned mine as if he was wondering what might happen next. I simply smiled, wondering if he knew what his complete surrender to me was doing to me. Without a word I moved to the foot of the bed, bending down to kiss the front of his ankles...working my way up the strong bone there slightly before turning my head to kiss each calf, hands moving up to his knees as I went, stretching until I had to climb up and kneel on the bed to reach his knees, kissing each in turn, softly lapping at the inside then returning to the cap to gently nip at the skin stretched over bone.

His voice seemed a bit hoarse as he searched my face as if asking if it was enough, if he was enough. It suited him, I decided, and whispered, eyes locked with his... "Youre beautiful, Zack" palms raising to run over his face, smoothing the worry lines from around his forehead and eyes and Unbuttoning the final button on his shirt, I slipped it from his shoulders and threw it on the chair beside the bed, hearing the material slide to the floor and end up on the carpet. I knelt down between his knees, eyes never leaving him. "I want to make love to you. The way you should have been made love to all this time...

Stepping into the shower I could feel my clit graze against the inside of my pussy lip and I surged with every movement. Just the short walk from the bedroom to the bathroom had my knees buckling and I grabbed the bar in the hotel shower to steady myself as I turned on the mist and made sure it was steamy and hot. I leaned hard against the shower wall and just took a few long, slow breaths, wanting to make this last... wanting to be able to re-live every moment I had spent worshipping at the

We had met in the most anonymous place on Earth, a chat room. I dont know what it was exactly that held my attention. Maybe it was that he could spell, initially, maybe the way he wove a sentence through the air and onto my screen that kept me reading and typing back intrepid responses, or maybe it was because he was everything I ever wanted. Whatever it was, not only did it hold my attention, it demanded it with some sort of mystic authority... my imagination. He said he was ish, which we all know in the droning, lying chat world

How is it possible that this vibrant, exciting, intelligent man had been betrayed by his own body? "Oh," I typed, trying to think of what to say. Wanting so desperately to say the right words but in my mind all I could think was "why" over and over. "Ive been sick for a while." The words made me feel like I had been whisked into a tornado. A while? What was "a while?" I had known him for a year online...we had flirted and talked about this and that, sharing some laughs and a few difficult times, but nothing so important as this.