by Basil Benson » Wed Sep 16, 2020 3:20 am
After nearly six months of being with Colette, Basil had more or less figured out body warmth wasn't as important to him as he previously thought it was. Most definitely, the problems between him and the last one didn't have anything to do with aligning physical temperatures.
"YYYeeeessss..." Basil replied as he leant in and kissed her. After several moments of doing so, he pulled away again with traces of red on his lips, transferred product.It didn't seem to bother him any.
Basil's right hand slid up her spine, cradling the back of her head. Colette could feel his fingers comb themselves gently into her hair, as he focused on the buttons of her Peter Pan collared blouse with his free left hand.
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The whole experience had felt both incredibly alien and strangely familiar to Basil. He hadn't been with a flesh and bone participant in some time. It almost felt like cheating, and if it weren't for Colette's subtle, unintended reminders of who his partner actually was he may have been thrown off his game entirely. And although he had remained the more submissive of the partnership as he generally had, he found himself being slightly more pro-active than usual, mostly to make sure Colette remained as comfortable as possible.
Despite the bizarre nature to the encounter, his enthusiasm neither waxed nor waned, a fact which hopefully put Colette's mind at ease about Basil's need for a 'normal girl'.
As he rested with her atop him, he mocked her playfully.
"Bazeel... pourquoi as-tu des préservatifs?" He asked in a falsetto tone,mimicking a question she once asked of him.
The trace remnants of red were now in all sorts of places. He still didn't seem to care.