Browsing: War

He was sixty-five when I first tasted his dark blessing; an aged prize of pleasure, wrapped in a mottled, scarred cloth of sinew and muscle. I wanted nothing more than to swallow his salty offering, his richness serving as a bittersweet reminder of intimacy and forbidden beauty.

Tasting those full, soft lips for the first time was like a forbidden temptation, an electrified thrill of desire coursing through me. His tongue darted in my mouth, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine that made me ache.