"I got a job in a mod boutique and began to date males again. I went to bed with Dave, an artist I met, but it just didn't work. Oh, he never knew, and I was careful to put on a good act to protect his masculinity and all, but it just didn't move me. Stan was a writer, and although I liked him very much as a person, it was the same damn thing once we hit the sack. It wasn't that he didn't know what to do with a girl or anything like that. He was handsome and gentle, and his lean body and easily swollen c**k would have delighted most girls. But there was nothing in his slender flesh that excited me, nothing in the rigid masculine prong that made my insides water or my n*****s harden. Stan loved having a woman take his aching p***s in her mouth, and I performed the act for him with all the e
