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Berlin

      In the summer of nineteen ninety-eight, Gabriel and I took a trip to Berlin, and yes we did have sex on the plane, though it wasn't as great as I thought it would be, it was too fucking cramped. Anyway, when we got there, we went straight to our hotel and straight to bed, no sex on that first night.

      The next day we did what any good tourist would do, we visited almost every tourist attraction in the city, tacky yes, fun no, well no fun until night hit us, then the city changed. We were walking hand in hand down the street.

      We walked by a club, and that is where I saw Anneke waiting in line. Our eyes met for a second (then passion struck us both and I fucked her like Bambi and Thumper), then I turned my head and kept walking. Gabriel found a gay bar (something that he had an unbelievable proficiency at) to annoy me with that hi-nrg shit.

      We sat at a table listening to the crap they played. As we sat there, I noticed Anneke walking towards us with a gyrl in her hand. I stood up and kissed her on each cheek, I felt her slip her hand into my pocket. We talked briefly, then she left, I caught Gabriel eyeing Anneke's gyrlfriend, "Shame, shame" I said, "lesbians just aren't you're type, they might get you in deep cum with Dominique." He looked at me with that annoyed Madonna look.

      Eventually I heard all the crap I could, so I ventured to the bathroom to hurl, actually it was to piss (though I did feel nauseous). Anyway while I'm standing there, pissing, aware that those ugly leather boys want my ass. So, to take my mind off of them, I reach into my pocket and take out the scrap of paper with Anneke's writing scribbled on it: "Come if you harbour any regard for me at all. Tomorrow night, to the address above, after nine I'll surrender my destiny to you, signed simply Anneke."

      This was a bad place and time for what was to happen next, I was getting hard in front of the eyes of a certain few. I turned and pissed on ones foot, pulled up my pants and headed straight for Gabriel. I grabbed his hand and we went to the back ally of a building; where I preceded to fuck him like I never had before. I remember cumming quite violently, after which we returned to our hotel and fucked a few more times, 'till we fell asleep.

      The next afternoon we had an argument over the note; I wanted to go alone and he was jealous that I wanted to be alone with a gyrl. My only argument was that he had Dominique to fuck when he got bored of guys, and all I wanted to do was talk to gyrl for the night. Eventually he gave in with the one condition that we shower together (Gabriel always had stupid conditions). I saw no problem with that.

      I arrived at Anneke's around ten, she was alone wearing only a nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, the first words out of her mouth were: "So I guess you're ready now." I just nodded my head, we talked for a while catching up on old times, but I knew this night was going to be more than a short chitchat.

      Anneke got up and lead me to her bedroom, she stood several feet in front of me and removed her robe, leaving her only in a teddy, "do you like," is what she said to me. Her nipples pushed through the fabric like small fingertips and her cunt was clearly outlined through the skin-tight fabric. She took my hands and put them right on top of her breasts, I let my thumbs run over her nipples, and she shuddered. As I did this, she put her lips on mine and kissed me.

      She removed my shirt, then kissed me again with her tongue. She wrapped her arms tight around me and I let mine fall to her buttocks and softly squeezed them pulling her pelvis into mine. My stiffened, covered, cock rubbed hard against her sexual centre, she broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "is it wrong?" "Does it feel wrong?" I answered, "no," she replied.

      I unbuttoned her teddy and the back fell out. I ran my hands over her exposed flesh feeling it's warmth and softness. I then returned my hands to her butt and squeezed her cheeks again, pushing her pelvis harder into mine. I moved one hand between her cheeks, and slid the other hand under the silk. My fingertips first made contact with her anus and she caught her breath. As I slowly massaged it, I delved my hand deeper into her core. My fingers rubbed the bottom of her vagina, which was soaking wet with lubrication. Her pants now turned into moans, and she grounded her pelvis into mine, and we kissed hungrily.

      Anneke moved away from me and the front of her teddy fell down. I could see her breasts heaving up and down from her breathing. She stood there, showing me her body and I could see the physical changes in her once thin frame, to a more muscled and detailed definition of womynhood.

      I reached out and touched her breasts, making small circles with my fingertips. As I dropped my hand lower, spending minutes on her navel, I felt the cavity of her womyn essence, then I moved my fingers through the soft curls that covered her core, playing deep into the swamp of her femininity. My fingers danced inside until they located the pinnacle of her self-being, her young clitoris (you know, I really hate that word, it rolls off your tongue in a vulgar fashion), the very centre of herself. As my fingers played with her clit, she thrust her hips in and out, moaning loudly, she then backed away, undid my belt, removed my pants and boxers, my cock stood out almost perfectly from my body. Anneke reached down and grasped my cock, it was enlarged and swollen (like the graphic details), she stroked it hard. My hand returned to her cunt and I could tell from the urgency of her stroking of my cock, that her orgasm fluttered not far away, and she was driving me close to my own, and it was much too soon.

      I removed her hand from my cock, and gently pushed her on the bed. I knelt between her legs and lowered my head and "fed" on her. My tongue stroked up and down the swollen labial lips and brushed lightly over the clitoris (I must mention that the taste is quite different. Some say disturbing, but it isn't that bad. From that of a man and I would not say that men are better...um...tasting, but I guess it's easier for a guy to keep his prick clean. The main reason I choose to go down on gyrls is because of the pleasure it gives her, and pleasing people, pleases me).

      She moaned continuously and her pelvis seemed to fuck my face. I pushed my tongue down to the entrance of her vaginal tunnel, rubbing my face against her ripe clitoris. This was too much for her, and her orgasm hit. She locked her legs around my head, forcing my face into her hot wet cunt.

      When she was still, I stood up and guided my cock down to her sex tunnel. I pushed forward into her tight recess. With gentle pressure I pushed my cock into her slowly, moving deeper, she was very tight. Eventually I buried my cock all the way in (I'm not that big). Her legs came up and wrapped around my back. Her arms encircled my neck and her mouth came against mine. Then I pushed my cock in and out, twisting my pelvis and fucking her deep. She took up my rhythm. We were both breathing hard and fast. Each time my cock would thrust all the way in she would let off a soft squeal. Her pelvic muscles spasmed and shuddered, it felt like fingers working inside her, clutching my cock. Suddenly my cock jerked and I came hard, my orgasm went on and on, then I collapsed on her, feeling as though I was turned inside-out from the massive orgasmic surge.

      I spent the rest of the night caressing and fondling her gently, occasionally we'd get the strength to fuck and we did. The next night, I returned to Gabriel tired, but not entirely spent we used the night to recover my "psychic energies", which was the last time I saw Anneke, but it is not a time I'll forget.

L.o.v.e.

      Love is suicide, I've been in love more times then I've had sex, well no, I think I've had sex more times, but that doesn't matter. My relationship with Gabriel ended in tragedy. Love blinded me, I was so blinded that I didn't realize that he was fucking boys on the side. If it wasn't for Gabriel's stupidity by making the mistake of being listed on Kurt's website I would have never found out.

      I've fallen in love with people who only liked me, and that hurts just as much, especially when they say: "I don't think of you in that way," it's like "fuck off". Sometimes all they want is a fuck, well fuck them all, they can play with their own cocks then. There's more to love then just sex, and there's more to love then being friends, something makes that clicking sound deep inside and then you know.

      I've been confused on occasion, thinking I loved someone when it was simply a close friendship but those things happen. Everything can happen, and that is, by definition, life.

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