Brief Encounter

I do as I am bid, wordless. You hike up your skirt and your hands are in my hair, roughly forcing my face into already wet silk, into pulsing heat. Muffled, I hear you urge me on, but this is for you, not me. And so it is with everything.
GarciaMarquez GarciaMarquez
46-50, M
1 Response Mar 5, 2013

What can you say? You're a giver.

Born to serve. It's good to see you roaming the halls again.

I roam when I can! Always good to see something new from you.