the band played a slow dance…. Porn sex The key in the door, it opens then closes sealing out the gaze of others. Then comes the dilemma, or several of them. Then comes the dilemma, or several of them. Such urgency on a still sleepy morning, steel meeting soft flesh then a gushing deposit warms her inside. My rigid shaft and the slick coating of her folds convinced us it was and might be again. Her flesh is discretely exposed. I was only ever interested in women, who hadn’t explored every aspect of her own being, including sexual, and wants a partner committed to mutual exploration. My rigid shaft and the slick coating of her folds convinced us it was and might be again. But we maintain the decorum for just a little longer. Work beckons me; there is never enough time. The ride home is filled with the electricity of our sexual tension, the nervous laugh, the quickened breath, the pounding in our chests, the changes between both our legs. We like to touch dance, there is no more sensual act a man and woman can do short of the conjugal bed… at least in refined company. This ravenous man now seeks out other delectables. Has my sojourn here been only a few minutes or stretched into hours or days?
