Jillian Shinbark, the cameramen, or any other stage personnel at Destiny’s Storm who might have borne witness to the “passionate kiss” if it happened during a screen test or the actual taping of the scene instead of in our living room, would have likely been horrified. The director would have undoubtedly shrieked, “Cut,” long ago, before demanding a hose be brought forth to pry apart the two horny actors. Thankfully, Reed and I were indeed in our living room, far away from the set and prying eyes. The moment belonged only to him and me, and we took full advantage of the privacy.
I don’t recall ever being kissed so vigorously or feeling so completely desired by another man. His tongue tasted sweeter than I had ever dreamed it would, his muscles heftier and more solid beneath my exploring h
