Last night was odd, to say the list. Mandy and I had sex (the standard way, if there's such a thing). Afterwards, the conversation drifted off into sexual performance, foreplay, and mutual satisfaction. And in the spirit of open and honest communication, I disclosed to Mandy I somewhat felt inadequate with her.

Let's face it, she's had a LOT of experience, and (thanks to some faerie-enhanced years) she's become QUITE the sexual athlete (even if she says she's forgotten a lot when she returned to normal). So when I seemed absent-minded after sex, she asked me what was on my mind. I told her what was up and she just smiled. It wasn't a mocking smile, just kind of reassuring. "You shouldn't worry about that. I'm with you because I like you. I've liked you for a LONG time, and for other reasons than sexual prowess. BETTER reasons."

Ouch! I know what she meant, but any male ego will hear that answer and interpret it as: "You're not a great lover, but it's okay, I like you for your mind..." So the talk went into the territory of "if I did something wrong, or if I could do it better, you'd tell me, right?"

Yeah, straight into the "Land of Insecurity."

And one thing leading to another, she finally admitted that some of my oral skills could be improved a bit. I asked what she meant, but some of her answers were a bit vague or confusing. So she decided to do something clever, following the saying "show, don't tell." She closed her eyes, concentrated for a moment, and grinned with mischief.

"Let me demonstrate," she began, pulling my boxers down. And what was down there was not my usual equipment.

In fact, there was NO equipment. Or, to be precise, FEMALE equipment.

"Aw, c'mon, Mandy..." I began.

She paused, looking at my crotch. "No, something's not right... Let's adjust this a bit... with THIS."

And at that very moment, I became instantly hot and bothered. As in, a LOT. I squeezed my thighs and squirmed like a girl in heat. Which is what my lower parts were, really.

"Ah," she smiled. "Much better. Now let me show you what YOU do."

With that, she gently spread my legs and went to work. It was... pretty nice. She did this for a minute or so, and though I was aroused, it wasn't going too far. Then she looked up and smiled.

"Now let me show you what you SHOULD be doing..."

And she dove in again. And BOY did she work me up! I almost instantly started gasping and moaning, and in a short lapse of time, she got me to the point of climax, then threw me over the edge.

It took me a good minute or so to recover. My legs felt like cotton. I was a sweaty mess and wanted to rest a bit, but she had other plans. She straddled me, leaned forward, and rested her hands on my shoulders.

"You're not off the hook yet, buddy," she said, smiling. "Now it's time to practice..."

So as the obedient boy I am, I practiced...