We just fall onto each other, start to kiss. Hungry, ravenous, we suck each other in. Still kissing me, he walks me backward through the open door of his other room toward the bed. He puts his hands inside the waistbands of my skirt and tights, and pulls them down to my ankles. I step out of them and out of my clogs. He unbuttons my cardigan sweater and slips it off down my arms. His lips keep me occupied, his mouth is a loving cup that I am drinking from. The bedroom window is open. I shiver in my bra and panties even though a fire is building inside me. With one arm he shuts the window, with the other he pushes me down almost roughly on the bed. I watch him take off his boots, his jeans, and his vest. I love his exotic markings, the blue wings on his back and on the top of his chest, the many tribal bracelets he wears burned into his arms. He is not wearing any underwear. His cock is very long and thin, not pink at all, a startling white. I notice that he has beautiful, large pink nipples. They look soft, fleshy, like the nipples on a woman’s breast. I want to nurse there. He steps back, mumbles something I can barely hear, then I make it out…“This is going to be good, I know this is going to be good” is what he seems to be repeating like a mantra. In an attempt to calm him and reach out to him, I ask him if he likes my underwear. I am wearing my favorite matched set, black satin covered with red roses. “Yeah,” he says, barely glancing down. “What kind of flowers are those, carnations?” he asks. “Sure, right, carnations,” I say, and I just grab his hand and pull him down on top of me. His body is so light on mine. The last time I found myself in bed with a man, he had a big belly like a sumo wrestler. Hook and I begin to kiss again, but now he is more hesitant. We kiss for a long time. I’m getting wet, wetter, juice running down my legs, but I don’t feel his steel pressing into my belly. I wonder if it’s the extra ten pounds I’m wearing on my thighs, but he pulls his head up and says, “You’re so beautiful. I didn’t think you would be so beautiful.” I realize he is terrified. I want him to ram his tongue so deep and hard into my mouth that my cervix opens up before it, and he is tonguing my labia from the top side, but instead he pulls away.…He seems to be weeping.