The rules are different there, and I didn't have much of a chance to say 'no.The rules are different there, and I didn't have much of a chance to say 'no.' It was an experience I wanted. But in general, I'm not comfortable being touched by males." "Sounds like a character flaw to me. You can commit the most perverse sexual acts with a male, but just a massage from one makes you tense?" I nodded slowly. "That's about it." "Very strange. Try to relax, Ken. You are a very handsome male. And you may as well know that I am andromanic." "Does that mean bisexual?" "I don't know if I'd call it that," he said, his hands spreading down my thighs. I parted them slightly. The feeling of his hands that close to my thighs surprised me. Why should I feel fear? That was ridiculous. Better that I should feel pleasure. Even if he were to rape me, it wouldn't.... Memories of my time at Rhysh came back to me. Of the bodily pleasure of lovemaking with a man, nevermind the psychic pleasure of being his plaything. As his hands caressed my calves, I glanced down the bed and examined him closely. What was he like? Human, almost. With his pants on, he seemed precisely human until I got a look at his feet with their four-toed pads and thick covering of fur. Not to mention his tail whipping back and forth. A careful look at his neck showed the first signs of the fur that grew down his back and covered him below the hips, covered his feline legs in feline colors. His face was human, a round face with eyes that sparkled. A broad nose and a wide mouth, crowned with a trim mustache, gave him an interesting quality I found fascinating. What was with me? "Character flaw," indeed. I knew that I could be blatantly sexual with another male. I had done it often... as part of a submissive and humiliating ritual. I had been "forced" to "enjoy" that kind of treatment. I had asked for it, reveled in it, in fact. As he massaged my feet, I looked back at him again. |