Ritual
Steam. Soap. Skin. Blade. Palm stroking wet – up over his shaft, twisting downward, sliding under his balls – the soap lathers into a slick-slide cream between his skin and… Read more »
Steam. Soap. Skin. Blade. Palm stroking wet – up over his shaft, twisting downward, sliding under his balls – the soap lathers into a slick-slide cream between his skin and… Read more »
Motion… Not so much rocking as softly rolling. A sensate lullaby of ship-water movement slowly waking me to powerfully charged awareness. Sensation… Texture. Scent. Crisp-soft sheets and cool not-yet-dawn air… Read more »
Toes pointed, knees bent, I wrap my legs around his shoulders, poised for the first/next/continual onslaught of his tongue sliding electric soft over my exposed wet. His hands – thick… Read more »
Not yet. I know how badly you want to. I can see it in your blurred-black dilated gaze, hear it in your torn-breath gasp, feel it in the tensed… Read more »