*Grayson*
Lydia Moonshadow is a temptation that any man in his right mind would find difficult to resist. But for a man who has been without a woman in his bed for several long months, like me...
I am sitting at the table, glaring at my cold poached eggs. I have always prided myself on my mastery of my baser instincts. I can pleasure a woman and, if need be, refrain from experiencing my own satisfaction. I have done that plenty of times.
I approach lovemaking as a form of art, a well-choreographed series of movements designed to enhance sensations, stimulate, and titillate. But I keep myself at a distance. The master in command of the production, watching from the wings, but never fully participating in the play.
Why does Lydia Moonshadow make me feel like a lion that has pounced on hi
