I gripped him and the vibrator like a vise.I gripped him and the vibrator like a vise. I looked into my own eyes and had the distinct feeling that in some way I was making love to myself, a victim of my own needs. Even more, (it is embarrassing to admit this) that I was in love with myself. Does that make sense? I'm not bisexu- al, but narcissism really is a kind of homosexuality, isn't it? Hey, at least it's sex with someone I love.... Finally I realized I had been holding my breath. As I tipped over the edge and began sliding down the far side of the climax, a surpris- ingly loud cry escaped and I expelled the lungful of stale air I had been holding. |