All I felt were her delicate hands kneading desperately at my breasts. A quiet whimper escaped her as we kissed, deeper and more passionately. “Let’s draw a bath and get cleaned up a bit,” she whispered, finally withdrawing from me. I could feel Dao-Ming start stroking in and out, gradually pulling further out each stroke, never letting up but always gentle. “Let’s draw a bath and get cleaned up a bit,” she whispered, finally withdrawing from me. I don’t know how long we mated – and mating it was, as we had long passed any semblance of “love-making” – that day, for time seemed to stand still even as it flew by. Dao-Ming stood stock still behind me, hands on my hips as she physically felt my pleasure at her intrusion. I just knew I’d never again be satisfied by the limitations of copulation as a man. They want what I can do for themselves, for what reason I cannot fathom.
