Am I Still A Virgin??

"Not yet baby," he said.

I love it when guys call you endearing names. I know when I'm with women as the guy-me, whenever I'm in heat and ready to fuck I always call the girl a cute little name. I don't do it on purpose, it just comes out. The hotter I get sometimes the names change. What can start as baby, can become slut, bitch or whore sometimes? If they swallow, the names get even cruder. It's all in fun and all blurted out in the heat of the moment. It was cool to think John was this excited even though he couldn't get it up.

"I have one more thing for you to wear."

In the last box he pulled out what I can only describe as a baby doll nightgown. Black in color and mostly sheer, but with little patterns woven into it. It was too sexy for words. He dropped it over my head. There was enough material up top to cover the bra and breast form imperfections. And it clung to my waist and hips tightly and ended up just barely covering my ass.

I can remember when I'd go business suit shopping. You'd try on suit after suit jacket, and then you'd put on one, and you felt like a million bucks. This nightgown was like that. Magical almost.

I threw myself into his arms and kissed him with such a passion that I think it pushed him off his game. I was the tiger now and he was my prey.

Some men even though they're Tops, like to have an aggressive playmate. And then there are Tops that like to be in control all the way. John was the "control all the way" type of guy. I think he was taken aback by my new assertiveness.

I could feel his body language change and luckily I channeled myself back quickly. I made my kisses softer until I felt him start to press back like he was the boss. Whew...that was close.

He led me to the couch.

"Baby, do you want something to drink?"

"Ah, what do you have?" I asked.

"The bars over there, why don't you make me a Scotch neat, and get whatever you want for yourself."