Thrusting my hand beneath his pants and trousers, I gripped him with the sure hand of an expert. It was a veritable truth that, when it came to his body, that was exactly what I was. I knew his curves and muscles, the veins of his cock, and the texture of his skin better than he knew himself. His body had been mine for the claiming, and, all those years ago, when he had surrendered it to me freely, I had decided that I would take the time to learn what was becoming mind inside and out. I would learn so I could properly adore it, I would learn it so I could kill it with the fire of my passion and watch it become reborn in the most biblical of pleasures.
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This is just......so beautiful. Omg I can't even stand it. I just...want to hug you for writing that, holy shit.

Oh Ellen. Please give the boys a chance. ;_;