This is not sodomy...

soft, pushing, his nose is silk, a single warmth in the cool around me. He raises his mouth to mine, and I kiss him sweetly, and breathe love into his nostrils. He rests his lips on my hair and pulls it tenderly, and gently sets his teeth on my skin. Bad boy, whispering I pat a cupped hand against his cheek in a playful reprimand.

Oh Deuce, you are a good lover. He is so spoiled...

(short, I know. More later, I'm tired. (I'm trying to be a dilligent blogger).)