“It’s not every day you can see a man’s arm buried in your ass, is it? Porn I can feel his knuckles against my taut and straining asshole. It takes a while before he can say anything, and the beginning is not too promising. That happens sometimes. His fingers become still. By the time we are clean, dry, and again lying in bed together, the pale light of early dawn shows at the window, beginning to brighten our room. I am fine.”
He retracts the blades, wiping his hand across his face to get the blood out of his eyes. He will not spend too much time on this. “And I plan to hold you to that promise.”
As I turn to the door, I hear him say, “I’m countin’ on it, darlin’.
