I love being inside you.

I love the way your body tenses and relaxes, so deeply wet and inviting all around me.  There have been others, but it always feels like the first time, doesn’t it?

I hope you don’t mind if he watches.  Ignore him.  It’s not the hand that matters.  He could be anyone; and he has been.  They always think it’s their idea.

But we know better, you and I.  I like to think you understand, somewhere between penetration and release.

This moment, this kiss, is just for you and me.

Your flesh, and my steel.

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