I recently discovered that I need long, languid licks to get me close enough. It was a very good discovery.
That’s The Young One’s body right there. I spent about 15 min caressing his firm abdomen while he read a car magazine, feeling the skin taut over muscle. It’s a bit of a shift from a decade of having enough love handlage on my lovers to grab and haul. Not a bad thing at all either, really.
Recalling the evening we spent, both in the same single-seater couch, me spooning his tall frame from behind, whispering into his ear about the plans I had for him and my new set of ropes, one hand stroking his throat, the other with a firm grasp on his hair at the base of his neck, tied into a ponytail.
