He had a long belt of a body, shaped like a taut string on a cello. His eyes twinkled, so tantalising, like two drops of luscious toffee syrup. I could feel the sheer power of his presence, like a gravity-distorting force. I licked my way up his chest, kissing, tasting and exploring. He purred as I finally reached his hammer – corded, stiff and begging for liberation – twinkling with more deliciously sweet toffee syrup. The sensation was unfathomable.