“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say, then, “it’s just…you’re a little leaky.”
In reply, he smiles against my face before cracking up. Our laughter together is much better than any orgasm.
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After he makes me come, I put my mouth to his ear and ask, “Do you want me to undo your belt?” He nods but I realize that I can’t because I’ve never done this before. He helps me out, soon half-naked on my couch. I reach out to touch him, an oxymoronic combination of soft skin hardening in my hand. The wetness on his tip makes me giggle.
“What?” he asks. “Nothing,” I say, then, “it’s just…you’re a little leaky.” In reply, he smiles against my face before cracking up. Our laughter together is much better than any orgasm.
Michael Roberts
15/1/2021 04:22:42 pm
An interesting slice of life piece, as well as a definite turn in subject matter for this site.
Kim Favors
15/1/2021 05:31:35 pm
Nicely written. I like the sentiment.
Gordon Lawrie
15/1/2021 05:57:33 pm
"Laughter together is much better than any orgasm." Great advice for any apprentice lovers.
Sue Clayton
16/1/2021 01:43:20 am
Laughter always lightens an intense situation, but I'd prefer to do it after orgasm. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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