There wasn’t anything anyone could do that would have stopped me once I saw him bent over like that. The awkward way he was trying to push that little chord into the wall socket made me want to give him everything he ever dreamed of doing to me. Perhaps it was the evening. He had been drinking sh...
Strong of arms and sculpted along his flank so that the bronze flesh rippled with each flex of his arms. His body was my golden idol and I was his perfect slave. I could no more leave his side than I could leave my own body. On the evenings, by the fire, we shared longing looks over a glass of wi...