To grip your beautiful hard in my hand is to lick the bottom of an ice cream cone filled with my most favourite flavour. Ever. To watch your head fall back as my fingers disappear between my silky smooth folds is to feel my heart fall soft and free into my throat with each peaking roller coaster dive. To moan our pleasure in unison is to wake to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon on the grill; it is home. To return your reach and hold you is to dream a dream I once lived.
For a moment.
Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Yet are either of them monsters?
Well, I guess it all depends on how you define bravery.